Luyện nghe bài hát Billy Austin

My is Billy Austin
I'm years old
I was in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm

Don't Oklahoma
It's so long since I left home
Seems like always been in prison
I've always been alone

Didn't mean to hurt
Never I'd cross that line
I up a filling station
I'd done a hundred times

The kid done like I him
He lay down on the floor
Guess I'll never know made me
Turn and walk back through door

The shot rang out thunder
My rang like a bell
No one came
And so I called the myself

Took their to get there
And I I could'a run
I I should be feeling something
But I shed tear one

I even make the papers
'Cause I only one man
But my trial was over
And then the long wait began

Court appointed
look me in the eye
He just stood up and his briefcase
they sentenced me to die

And now my waitin's
As the hour drags by
I ain't about to you
That I deserve to die

twenty-seven men here
Mostly black and brown and
And of 'em are guilty
And who are you to say for

So the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off all my
Could you take that long with me
Hell's waitin' there?

Could you pull switch yourself, sir
With a sure and steady
Could you still youself, sir
you're better than I am?

My is Billy Austin
I'm years old
I was in Oklahoma
Cherokee I'm told