Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

I was raised in the of the cotton belt, babe
But I gonna stay
I'll lose my fast draggin' cotton sacks
And eatin' butter beans

Yeah, I'm a sweet thing I just turned eighteen
And I'm the latch
'Cause I've got too class
For cotton patch

been readin' magazines on
A a week trip to town on Saturday
And seen all pretty clothes and had some rich men
And I that's for me

Papa's been tryin' to me up with Willie Bond
Whose daddy the cotton gin
Ha, I done checked Willie out two ago
And Willie knows I'm too for him

It's Monday four o'clock got my sack packed
And I'm out here where the runs
Here comes a truck I'm in
goin' straight through on a Dallas run

Yeah, I am headin' for big D and I know place
For me to make a catch
Well, finally I'm a gettin' my
Out of cotton patch

I arrived in style aboard big semi
And I mighty high
into the best department store
For to suit my style

And I was doin' good
Till some wisecracker on the scene
He called me a tomato
But he said I look green

I tried ever to ever store in town
But my luck had run
It nobody 'round Dallas could recognize
The class I'd to town

And after all day of looking you believe
The job I could land
Was in a dog food
Stickin' labels on dog food

Dear mama, how are you, pop and
Hope doin' okay
Me, I never did find a job
And all the rich men got

Mama, I've thinkin' pretty soon
You I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class
Mama, what I mean?

Mama, if you'd ask if he'd spare a few dollars
I'd the next Greyhound comin' home
And I tell you if Bond ain't committed
Yet, I'd be willin' to give it a try after all it's two years