Luyện nghe bài hát The Kid from Spavinaw

I was born in Oklahoma,
Outside the town of
Where the red clouds the sun
And I ran beneath your skies
And I your waves of grain
My name is Mantle, boys
And is my game

My father's was "Mutt", boy
And he worked in the mines
He pitched to me in the
At least a thousand
A times again, in my nightmare and my dreams
You're to live in the house that
built, kid
You're going to make Yankee team

Sure enough, the scout comes drivin',
down route 66
He'd have come to
Spavinaw class D in the sticks,
But I to be playing in an old wood ball park
Way out on the road
That Yankee scout he signed me and I up to the the show

1, that was the drinkin'
Strike 2, there go the
Then my old man died in
Some type of disease
God starts throwing change ups
You swing with fame or wealth
If I'd known I's to live this long
I'd taken care of myself.

I don't miss the lights of Square
I don't Toots Shore's bar
I miss my old man pitchin'
the shed in our backyard
I that he were still alive
To see trophies on my shelf
If I'd known I was going to this long
I'd have better care of myself

I was in Oklahoma,
1931 Outside the town of
the red dust clouds the sun