Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Wing

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

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

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

They paroled Blue in August, of 1963
He moved north picking to the town of Wenatchee
Then finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

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

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

Hey hey, On a poor dream
Hey hey, On a poor dream.