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 he'd get stone drunk and talk about
The salmon boats and 45

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

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

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

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

Well he drank his way to LA, and where he died
And no one knew his Christian name and 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 Wing to talk. He said...

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