Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cowboys

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she got in the days
The smile Raney depended on away
The arms that held him were no his own
He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her

In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand the pipes
From a brown bag pulled hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side
Stood in the at his mother's bed
Brushed her hair and her eyes

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

He woke and the gave way to muddy fields of green
Corn and cotton and nothing in between
Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun and was gone
The moon rose and stripped the to its bone