Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Pickin' Time

On a Mississippi
My dad yelled out a
Son, you better hit that patch soon
And on my way to the field
As I passed Old mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin'

Well, I couldn't help but and stare
Hypnotized I right there
Enchanted by the beauty I'd seen
she gave me a come here smile
Nearly my body wild
I down tryin' to kick off my jeans

Well, on that cotton mornin'
I met up with Becky
You that day I didn't get to work on time
And in the of my December
I know I remember
oats at cotton pickin' time

Well I lost my job summer
But I guess I had it
'Cause pickin' that just wasn't on my mind
But you need too much money
When you got a honey
Keepin' you in the Mississippi hot sunshine

And every cotton pickin'
I met up with Becky
The whole dang summer I never got to work on
And in the of my December
I know I remember
Sowin' at cotton pickin' time

We've come along way since
Now I own that gin
And I that mill just to make her smile
And to keep our from growin' old
We still go down to that hole
Skinny dip and Becky is just as

Now every pickin' mornin'
I wake up Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on
And in the days of our
I know we'll both
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin'

Now every cotton mornin'
I wake up with Morgan
And to this day I get to work on time
And in the of our December
I we'll both remember
Sowin' oats at pickin' time

And we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin'
We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin'