Luyện nghe bài hát Cortelia Clark

Mickey

I was just a boy the year the Blue Bird Special came hereon its first run South to New Orleans.
A old man and I, we came to Guthrie just to see the train. He was black and I was green.

"Tell me what you see," said he. "Is the engine black or red, son? That's the thing I've ever seen."
Then he picked his guitar up and sat on the fender of a truck. Then his eyes lit up as he to sing.
I remember when that old man's were chained to a depot down in Guthrie and a Blue Bird Special train

Then he picked his guitar up and shuffled down the walk to the cars of town wound the building at his feet
Looking mighty proud, old man, with his battered hat in his hand. Lord, he sang a song that made me weep.
Yes, he me weep.

I read it in a week-old paper. No one it for his death or even lay a flower at his feet.
He was a blind old beggar. He was sad, but, Lord, I'll wager he won't beg for nothing on his street.
You will find him, Lord, this morning. He'll be from your door.
Can you save a in glory for Cortelia Clark?

'Cause I was a boy the week the Blue Bird Special came through here on its first run South to New Orleans.
A blind old man and I, we came to Guthrie to see the train. He was black and was I green.