Luyện nghe bài hát The Kid from Spavinaw

I was in Oklahoma, 1931
Outside the of Spavinaw
Where the red dust the sun
And I ran beneath your skies
And I drank waves of grain
My name is 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 times
A thousand times again, in my and my dreams
You're going to live in the that
built, kid
You're going to make that Yankee

enough, the Yankee scout comes drivin',
Right route 66
He'd never come to
Spavinaw class D in the sticks,
But I happened to be in an old wood ball park
Way out on the mother
Yankee scout 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 died in
type of lung disease
When God starts change ups
You swing with fame or wealth
If I'd I's going to live this long
I'd have care of myself.

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

I was in Oklahoma,
1931 the town of Spavinaw
Where the red clouds the sun