Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Willie Mctell

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

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

Them charcoal maidens
Can strut feathers well
But can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie

See big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the
Smell that magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery

I can them tribes moaning
the undertaker's bell
Nobody can the blues
Like Blind McTell

a woman by the river
With some fine handsome man
dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged in his hand

a chain gang on the highway
I can hear rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the
Like Blind McTell

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 Willie McTell