Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Wing

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

He he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little John
And Willy he was once a blues singer
And and Willy wrote '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 beyond walls
Up above the where the rain don't fall
On a man's dream.

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

And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon ran free
And his fathers' crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it's narrowed 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 Christian name and there was no one to cry
But I there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And half way the service, Blue Wing began to talk. He said...

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