Luyện nghe bài hát Yella Acorns

Well year we had a bumper crop
them white oak acorns started to drop
So many I twisted my ankle to the stand
Everywhere you was a sweet resentin'
Bigger round a Florida lemon
Was a white tail store all over the land
But this during turkey season
Jack frost came and he went to
Everything with a bumble bee or button of
Then summer and there weren't no rain
Everybody what a cryin' shame
And the DNR predicted season was due
Well me and my buddies we got to
Sittin' around one night
How we gonna fill up our tags
Then a light off and I started to grin
I 'bout my big grain bin
We started fillin' up fifty bags

Of them yella
They're worth their in gold
Ima have more than my old deep freeze can hold
With all them acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands
You're gonna get yourself busted by the man

(Tell 'em Dallas)

we filled us up a dump truck load
My farm looked like the yella brick
Ain't this corn in Nebraska or Illinois
a monster buck he come a sniffin around
I was to lay that old hammer down
When i heard a say "Get down from there, boy!"
Well I showed the warden my warnin'
I posted up on my property line that said
This here to feed the birds and the squirrels aight
Let me make one thing clear
Any caught feedin' here is trespassin'
And will be shot on
And then he slipped them cuffs around my
Took all I had except the
Took my truck my gun, took my cold
Now the only deer I see is on TV and in the magazines
And I learned my lesson and now im clear

Of yella acorns
They'll land your butt in
This orange jumpsuit ain't an ol' white tail
(stinky thing)
Yella acorns you'll them eatin' from your hands
Just don't get busted by the man