Luyện nghe bài hát Constellation Blues

You can tell a few things the soul of a town
From the of the men gone in the ground
and buried by war that is carried out
By now
Was born here and too young staring
The of the barrel down
milk to whiskey to the courthouse sitting
With her stoned in her gown

My in two months and I'll be twenty one
I am the second oldest to an son
Third generation to a gun
I've got brown like my mother does
First I saw was in a soldier's hair
Drying to his forehead in the air
I knew his once but his face I don't dare
Recall in the moments I go back

Off the do you see my tears
On my face and in my
As the silos
And all our journeys have led us right here

There's something in the water we've passing around
We've eaten the berries there is no
Like our father before us in his paper
Kings of nowhere that was found
The angels used to be guarding our beds
all wandered off and left us instead
Too strung out and much too sick to
Laying in the all lit up again

It's not a rumor it's more true
There's I wouldn't do
Be somewhere only you
Share a little of these blues

When it to death let it be slow
May I be hunted in the hills I
Let God be certain I was to go
But keep that secret from my though