Luyện nghe bài hát The Kid from Spavinaw

I was born in Oklahoma,
Outside the town of
the red dust clouds the sun
And I ran beneath your skies
And I drank waves of grain
My is Mickey Mantle, boys
And baseball is my

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

Sure enough, the scout comes drivin',
down route 66
He'd have never to
Spavinaw class D in the sticks,
But I happened to be playing in an old wood ball
Way out on the road
Yankee scout he signed me and I went up to the the show

Strike 1, was the drinkin'
Strike 2, go the knees
Then my old man in Denver
Some type of disease
When God starts throwing ups
You can't swing with or wealth
If I'd known I's going to this long
I'd taken care of myself.

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

I was in Oklahoma,
Outside the town of Spavinaw
Where the red dust the sun