Luyện nghe bài hát Wildwood Weed

Wildwood grew wild on the farm
And we knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was a
I give it much thought
One day I was out there talkin' to my
And I reached down for a weed to on
Things got fuzzy and got blurry
And then was gone
know what happened but I knew it beat the hell
Out of burlap

I to and my brother was there and he said,
"What's wrong with eyes?"
I said "I don't know, I was on the weed"
He said, "Let me it a try"
We spent the of that day and most of that night tryin'
To find my Bill
Caught up with him six o'clock the next mornin'
Naked, on the windmill
He said he flew up
I had to fly up and get him
He was half crazy

The very day we picked a bunch of them weeds
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we 'em up and we cleaned 'em off
Put 'em in the cob pot
Smokin' them wildwood got to be a habit
We never seen no
We thought it was handy
Take a trip and leave the farm
Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed thing you know
You're just wand'ring 'round the little animals

All things got to come to an end
It's the same the wildwood weeds
One day this from Washington come by
And spied one and turned white as a
And dug and they burned
And they burned and they dug and killed
All our cute little weeds and then they drove
We smiled and waved sittin' ther on that sack o' seeds

"Y'all back now, y'hear!"