Luyện nghe bài hát Willie and Laura Mae Jones

and Laura Mae Jones
Were our as long time back
They right down the road from us
In a just like our shack

We in the fields together
And we to count on each other
When you live off the
You don't time to think
About another man's

The cotton was
And the corn was growing
But that was place and another time

We sit out on the front
In the evening the sun went down
would play and Laura would sing
And the children dance around

And I'd bring my guitar
And we'd play into the
And every now and
would grin and say
"Boy, you all right"
And that made me so good

Lord the cotton was
And the was growing fine
But that was another place and time

I we'd hitch up the mules
When Saturday rolled
We'd always stop by Willies and say
"Do you'll need from town?"

say, "No, but why don't you'll
Stop on way back home
And get Laura Mae
To cook up some pone?"
You know good

Lord the cotton was
And the was growing fine
But that was another and another time

The years rolled our land
They back what they'd given
And we all we'd have to move
If we was gonna make a

So we all off
And went our separate
And it was hard to say goodbye
To and Laura Mae Jones

The cotton was
And the was growing fine, yes it was
But that was another place and time

The years rolled past our
And we heard from them no
Till I saw Willie down the other day

I said, "Just by tonight
And we can sit down and eat a
love to see your children and Laura Mae"

He shook his head real
And spoke with his eyes so
This is another and another time

Lord the was high
And the corn was fine
But that was another and another time

Lord, Lord the cotton was
And the corn was growing
But that was another place and time

Lord, Lord, Lord,
The was high
And the corn was fine
But that was another place and another