Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cowboys

Raney playground was among Haven's streets
Where he ran past candles and flower wreaths
Names and photos of the black faces
Whose death and consecrated these places

mother said Raney stay at my side
For you are my blessing, you are my
your love here that keeps my soul alive
I want you to come home from and stay inside

do his work and put his books away
There was a channel showed a Western everyday
And brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range
The Seminole scouts that the tribes of the Great Plains

Summer come and the days grew
Raney always had his mother's to depend on
Along the street of stray he made his way
To the warmth of her at the end of each day

Come the Fall, the flooded these homes
In Ezekiel's of dry bones
It hard and dark to the ground
It fell a sound

And they took up with a man business was the boulevard
Whose smile was fixed in a that was never off guard
In the pipes 'neath the sink his secrets are kept
In the day, behind drawn curtains in the next he slept

And she got lost in the
The smile Raney depended on dusted
The arms held him were no more his own
He lay at his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones

In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand the pipes
From a brown bag five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side
Stood in the dark at his bed
Brushed her and kissed her eyes

In the Raney walked to the station on streets of stone
Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train on
the small towns of Indiana the big train crept
As he lay his head back on his and slept

He and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green
and cotton and endless nothing in between
Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was
The moon rose and the earth to its bone