Luyện nghe bài hát The Kid from Spavinaw

I was in Oklahoma, 1931
the town of Spavinaw
Where the red dust the sun
And I ran beneath diamond skies
And I drank waves of grain
My is Mickey Mantle, boys
And is my game

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

Sure enough, the Yankee scout 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 mother
That Yankee he signed me and I went up to the the show

Strike 1, that was the
2, there go the knees
Then my old man in Denver
Some type of lung
When God starts change ups
You can't swing 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 Times
I miss Toots Shore's bar
I miss my old man baseball
the shed in our backyard
I wish that he were alive
To see these trophies on my
If I'd known I was going to this long
I'd taken better care of myself

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