Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Wing

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

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy
And Willy he was once a great 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 beyond 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 winter finally caught him in a run trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and

And he and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers' fathers 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 cheap hotel and a tattooed prison

Well he drank his way to LA, and that's where he
And no one knew his Christian 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, Blue Wing to talk. He said...

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