Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Willie McTell

Seen the arrow on the door
Saying, "This is condemned"
All the way
New Orleans to Jerusalem

I through East Texas
Where many fell
And I one thing, nobody can sing
Them blues like Willie McTell

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

Yeah, charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their well
And I know one thing, can sing
blues like blind Willie McTell

See them big a-burning
you hear the cracking of the whips?
Smell sweet magnolia blossom blooming
See the ghosts of the slavery

Well, I can hear them tribes
I can the undertaker's bell
And I know one thing, nobody can
blues like blind Willie McTell

There's a woman, she's by the river
She is with some fine young man
See he's all dressed just a squire
He's got whiskey in his hand

Yeah, a chain-gang out on the highway
And I can hear rebels yell
And I know one thing, can sing
Them blues like Willie McTell

God, oh God is in
And we all want is His
But the power and greed, the seed
to be all that there is

Hey, hey, I'm a-gazing out the
Of the St. James
And I know one thing, nobody can
Them blues like blind McTell
Hey, hey, I one thing, nobody can sing
Them blues like blind McTell