Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Wing

He had a wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have a blue bird I don't know
But get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The boats and 45 below

He said he got blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate was Little Willy John
And Willy he was a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote 'em up a song. said...

It's dark in here; see the sky
But I at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away these walls
Up the clouds where the rain don't fall
On a poor dream.

They paroled Blue Wing in August, of
He moved north picking apples to the town of
Then finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran
And his fathers' fathers that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old yet to sing
Now narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

Well he his way to LA, and that's where he died
And no one knew his name and there was no one there to cry
But I dreamt was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And half way through the service, Wing began to talk. He said...

Hey hey, On a poor man's
Hey hey, On a poor dream.