Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Wing

He had a blue 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 boats and 45 below

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

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

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

And he drank and he dreamt of when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers' fathers crossed that old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old 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 Christian and there was no one there to cry
But I there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box
And way through the service, Blue Wing began to talk. He said...

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