Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Willie Mctell

Seen the arrow on the door
Saying, "This land is
All the way New Orleans to Jerusalem"
I through East Texas where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the
Like Blind McTell

Well, I that hoot owl singing
As they taking down the tents
The above the barren trees
Were his only

Them charcoal maidens
Can strut feathers well
But nobody can sing the
Like Willie McTell

See them big burning
Hear the cracking of the
Smell that magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of ships

I can hear them tribes
Hear the undertaker's
Nobody can the blues
Like Willie McTell

There's a by the river
some fine young handsome man
He's up like a squire
Bootlegged in his hand

a chain gang on the highway
I can them rebels yell
And I no one can sing the blues
Like Willie McTell

Well, God is in
And we all what's His
But power and greed and seed
Seem to be all there is

I'm out the window
Of the St. James
And I know no one can the blues
Like Willie McTell