Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Purvis Greene

Way up on the about a mile from here,
some vegetation growing that The People fear,
Cause it you laugh,
The laws forbid fun as that.
It you laugh,
The forbid such fun as that.
I promised my folks they died,
That I'd the family farm and I've always tried,
But money's low,
You know what this poor man grows.
But money's low,
You know what this poor man grows.
Made just to stay ahead of broke,
Without that crop there'da been no
You know awful hard,
To make a living off a hillside farm;
Yeah, it's hard,
To make a living off a worn-out hillside
How could it be a terrible crime,
To help your family and your survive?
It no one,
For them that used it, fun.
It no one,
For them used it, harmless fun.
Off my porch I seen a helicopter buzz,
The back road's blocked by team fuzz,
And mean me harm,
Imprison me, and my farm.
And they me harm,
me, and take 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 didn't it none,
And for all done,
You know me up didn't stop it none.
Marijuana ain't blowin' away,
I'm to tell you its around to stay;
So I know,
Why they just leave us alone?
So I know,
Why can't they just us alone?