Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Willie Mctell

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

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

charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their well
But nobody can the blues
Like Blind McTell

See big plantations burning
Hear the of the whips
Smell that sweet blooming
See the ghosts of slavery

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

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

There's a gang on the highway
I can hear rebels yell
And I no one can sing the blues
Like Blind McTell

Well, God is in
And we all what's His
But power and and corruptible 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 Blind McTell