Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Hard Work

While we are on the of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes work"
I was born working and I my way up by hard work
I ain't got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been and I been out
I been disgusted I been busted and I be trusted
I worked my way up and I my way down
I been drunk and I been sober, I been baptized and got
I been for cash and I been robbed on a credit

Worked my way in jail and I my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know I was at
The hardest work I ever was, when I was tryin'
To get myself a worried woman to ease my worried mind

I'm gonna tell ya just how much I had to do
To get this woman I was tellin' you about, I shook
With seven of her kinfolk and her blood relatives
And I done just the same with six people
Who's just her friends and her

I kissed seventy babies and put dry pants
On thirty four of em', well as others done same thing several times
Well there are a lot of other just like this
I held one hundred twenty five wild
And put saddles and on more than that

Harnessed some of the craziest and wildest teams in that country'
I rode fourteen loco broncos to a stand
And I let forty two dogs lick me all over seven times
I's bit by hungry and I was chewed all to pieces
My water and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms

I chopped and carried hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the
Got lost, lost a good pair of in a mud hole
And I chopped and weeded forty eight rows of short

Thirteen acres of bad corn, I cut the sticker
Out of eleven yards, all on account of 'cause
I wanted to show her that I was a man and I liked to
I out nine barn lofts, cranked thirty one cars
All makes and models, pulled three out of mud holes
And or five out of snow drifts

I dug cisterns of water for some of her friends
Run all kinds of errands, the fiddle for nine
Church meetin's I Joined eleven separate
I joined up and up with seven best trade unions
I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six in advance

I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big
across two ranges of mountains
Crossed deserts, I got the fever, sun stroke, Malaria, blue
Moonstruck, skeeter bit, ivy and the seven year itch
And the blind staggers, I was give up for less, and dead

A couple of times by lightning, struck by Congress
Struck by friends and kinfolks eell as by three on highways
A lot of times in people's hen houses, I hit and run down
Run over and walked on knocked around, I'm just sittin'
Now tryin' to study up what I can do to show that women
That I still ain't of hard work