Luyện nghe bài hát Black Crow King

I am the black king
I am the black king
The Keeper of the nodding

All the hammers are a-talking, all the are a-singing
So sweet and low, you can it in the valley
live the lame and the blind
They the hill out of its belly, leave with mean, black boots on

I just made a gesture
jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
Spread-eagled a hooker
You know, my shadow's of timber

And the is a-rolling
And the storm, its

And I'm still rolling everybody's gone
I'm still here, rolling after gone
I'm still here rolling and I'm on my own
The blackbirds all gone, everyone's rolled on

I am the crow king
of the trodden corn
I am the king, say it again

And the rain, it raineth Lord
And wash my clothes
I up my arms to a company of crows
I am the black king, honey, I won't say it again

And all the thorns are
ruby on each spine
And all the are a-sailing
Oh, my, oh, my

The is a-rolling
The is a-rolling
All on me

And I'm still rolling everybody's gone
I'm still here, rolling after everybody's
I'm still here, rolling after everybody's
The have flown and everybody's gone

And I'm on my own, I'm the black king
Keeper of the corn
The king, the
I'm the king of at all

The hammers are
The are singing
The are sailing
The thorns are him

The are a-mocking
The corn is
The storm, it's
The storm, a-rolling

The storm, it's a-rolling
The storm, a-rolling down
The storm is a-rolling on me
Yeah, rolling on me