Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Direction Home

In a shingle covered at the foothills of blue stacks
Near a mountain stream that's crystal clear
Where the humming birds and honey feed on Mama's roses
My mem'ries grow sweeter with the years
Mem'ries of my childhood are as sweet as honey
And as fresh as a dew on morning vines
I grew up by the sights and sounds of nature
And forever present in my mind

But I'm headed in the wrong direction
Headed in the wrong direction
no place like home
But I'm headed in the wrong home

Teardrops mingled with the summer that was a falling
The day I left my mountain home
With a suitcase in my hand and a in my heart
I was following a I had to find

In shingled covered cottage at the foothills of the smokies
Waits a family hat I'm to see
And mountain streams and of green
And hills stay in my dreams
But I'm many, many from Tennessee

And still headed in the wrong direction
Headed in the wrong direction
But maybe I'll get back before too
But I'm headed in the wrong home