Luyện nghe bài hát We Ain't Much Different

This is a story livin'
A tale of a hard road
a whole lot of misgiving's
Of the that I thought I sowed

My was a real hard worker
He said, Son there come a day"
Talk ain't always
And here's what had to say

"With these hands made my livin'
With these hands I've held a
these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we
We ain't much at all"

He likes grits, you the apple
There ain't nothin' wrong that
He y'all, you say you'se
It all depends on you're at

a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And it's always good for the
From New City out to California
You know its rock and roll

With these hands we come
With these we can change the world
With these hands I my music
we forget
We ain't much at all

Oh, not at all

So what I'm to tell you
Is I'm only one son of the
It's gonna take more you me and you
To work this thing out

With these hands I've made my
With these hands I've a child
With hands I've climbed a mountain
we forget, oh

With these hands we together
With these hands we can change the
With hands I play my music
Sometimes we
We much different

We much different
much different
At all