Luyện nghe bài hát The Kid from Spavinaw

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

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

Sure enough, the Yankee scout drivin',
Right down 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
That scout he signed me and I went up to the the show

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

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

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