Luyện nghe bài hát Workingman's Prayer

Lord, put your to the handle of my hoe
Let me make another step, me go another row
Even I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar
For my wife and kids, living over in the

Every I get up and look at the sky
And I know if I'm gonna lord, the sun's gotta shine
But I'm gettin old before my time, down body and mind
And sometimes when I don't see a cloud floatin by
Lord I just feel like
My pa used to tell me I was a boy
Son them big white clouds ain't nothin
But the cottonfields of the
So all these years of plantin and choppin and pickin
If I do get to the heaven like I've been tryin
And clouds be what pa said so
Lord, I hope angels know how to use a hoe

Lord, put your hand to the of my hoe
Let me another step, help me go another row
know I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar
For my wife and kids, living over in the

The boss plane came at the house a few days before christmas last year
He what me and the missis had planned christmas day
I kinda laughed and like we have plans, we just hadn't it settle on that way
He asked to missis we up and cook christmas dinner for him and his
to bring the whole family and join in the tri manse
Well, we went up to big Lord, and I never saw such an evening
And the boss's wife give all my kids brand new shoes to their feets
And I guess I cried a little
And that night, when I got home, I got on my knees
And I thanked to you lord,

Lord, put hand to the handle of my hoe
Let me another step, help me go another row
Even I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar
For my wife and kids, living over in the

And then there was a my wife said You just got to slow down, man
I said, honey, I got make it I can
So I three days, Lord, without stopping
For Miss Simmons down the road, had wood chopping

Sam Fallow over east, had hay needed
Old man Turner wanted his holler before time spring planting
The fourth day I was down on my back,
But I got it all before the sky turned black

Now, I ain't complaining Lord, but when you see me stumble
Reach and lift the hand on my sack
Make my hammer a little lighter, and my dollar a little
Lord, Make my days a shorter and my nights a little longer

And if there's
I can do for you,
Let me know what's to be
And I be done
Well, goodnight,