Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Wing

He had a blue wing on his shoulder
Well it might have been a blue bird I know
But he'd get drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45

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

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

They paroled Wing in August, of 1963
He moved picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow and dark

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

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

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