Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Willie Mctell

Seen the arrow on the post
Saying, "This land is
All the way from New to Jerusalem"
I through East Texas where many martyrs fell
And I no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie

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

charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers
But nobody can the blues
Like Blind Willie

See them big plantations
the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia
See the of slavery ships

I can them tribes moaning
the undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the
Like Willie McTell

There's a by the river
With some fine handsome man
He's dressed up a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his

There's a 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 want His
But power and greed and seed
Seem to be all that is

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