Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Purvis Greene

Way up on the mountain about a from here,
There's some vegetation growing The People fear,
it makes you laugh,
The forbid such fun as that.
It you laugh,
The laws forbid fun as that.
I promised my before they died,
I'd keep the family farm and I've always tried,
But when low,
You know what crop poor man grows.
But when low,
You know crop this poor man grows.
Made just enough to ahead of broke,
that crop there'da been no hope;
You it's awful hard,
To make a living off a hillside farm;
Yeah, awful hard,
To a living off a worn-out hillside farm;
How could it be a terrible crime,
To help your and your farm survive?
It no one,
For them that it, harmless fun.
It no one,
For them that used it, fun.
Off my front porch I a helicopter buzz,
The road's blocked by swat team fuzz,
And mean me harm,
Imprison me, and my farm.
And mean me harm,
Imprison me, and my farm.
Seized and at half its price,
took my land and my way of life,
And for all done,
You know locking me up stop it none,
And for all done,
You Locking me up didn't stop it none.
Marijuana smoke blowin' away,
I'm here to tell you its to stay;
So I know,
Why they just leave us alone?
So I know,
Why can't they just us alone?