Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Willie Mctell

Seen the on the door post
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 heard hoot owl singing
As they taking down the tents
The stars the barren trees
Were his audience

charcoal gypsy maidens
Can their feathers well
But nobody can sing the
Like Blind Willie

See big plantations burning
Hear the of the whips
Smell sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of ships

I can hear them tribes
Hear the undertaker's
can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie

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

There's a chain on the highway
I can them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the
Like Blind Willie

Well, God is in
And we all want His
But power and greed and corruptible
Seem to be all there is

I'm gazing out the
Of the St. Hotel
And I know no one can the blues
Like Blind McTell