Luyện nghe bài hát Cortelia Clark

I was just a boy the
The bluebird special came here
On its run south to New Orleans
A blind old man and I we
To just to see the trains
He was black and I was

Tell me you see, he said
Is the engine or red, son
Why the lightest thing
I've ever

he picked his guitar up
Sat on the fender of the
And his lit up
As he began to

I when
That old dreams were chained
To a depot down in
And a bluebird special

He his guitar up
Shuffled the walk
The cars uptown wound
The buildings at his

Lookin' proud
old man
With his hat in his hand
Lord, he sung a song, it made me

I read it in a week old
That no one made it for his
Or laid a single flower at his

He was just blind old beggar
all said
But Lord, I'll
He won't be on your streets

And you'll him Lord, this morning
He'll be stepping from the
Would you a street in glory, Lord
For Clark?

I was just a boy the
The special came through here
On its run south to New Orleans
A blind old man and I, we
To Guthrie just to see the
He was black I was