Luyện nghe bài hát The Kid from Spavinaw

I was in Oklahoma, 1931
Outside the of Spavinaw
the red dust clouds the sun
And I ran beneath your skies
And I your waves of grain
My is Mickey Mantle, boys
And baseball is my

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

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

Strike 1, was the drinkin'
Strike 2, there go the
my old man died in Denver
Some of lung disease
When God starts throwing ups
You can't with fame or wealth
If I'd known I's to live this long
I'd have care of myself.

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

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