Luyện nghe bài hát We Ain't Much Different

This is a story 'bout
A tale of a long road
Ain't a lot of misgiving's
Of the things that I thought I

My was a real hard worker
He said, Son will come a day"
Talk ain't cheap
And here's daddy had to say

"With these hands I've made my
With these hands I've held a
With these hands I've climbed a
we forget
We much different at all"

He likes grits, you like the
There nothin' wrong with that
He y'all, you say you'se
It all depends on where at

a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And always good for the soul
From New York out to California
You know its only rock and

With these hands we together
With these hands we can change the
these hands I play my music
Sometimes we
We ain't different at all

Oh, not at all

So what I'm trying to you
Is I'm one son of the south
It's gonna take more you me and you
To this whole thing out

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

With these hands we together
With these hands we can the world
these hands I play my music
Sometimes we
We ain't much

We much different
Ain't much
At all