Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

The mixture of the blood that flowed through his
It killed his conscience and him with shame
He was part white black part red
how he'd got the name George Lorey Chickashea
He had no respect or feeling for anyone himself
He resented every man in his soul was no salvation
And he hated the sight of cotton and his thoughts of planned nations
The bitterness set his afire when he'd think of Indians and reservations
He had the coldest grey eyes I've saw on a man
He could clear through you and back again
And they'd like the pieces of stone when he'd stare
There was a in the texture of his hair
That hung low around his chinbones never high above his
I saw him kill a man with his own bare hands never showin' no on him
He carried a and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him night and day
The meanest man that ever lived George Lorey
Yeah he had the quickness of and could run like an antilope
He no man no gun or rope
I saw him a rattlesnake bite him on the leg he never batted an eye
Then he said get a taste of that crawl out there and die
They locked him in the security cell in Baton Rouge he in one day
Iron bars couldn't hold Lorey Chickashea
At last he himself up and said he was tired of runnin' away
So they spread the news that day they'd hang George Lorey
He up the thirteen steps to the trapdoor
And on it with no expression in his eyes
And when the minister asked him if he wanted to
He looked toward the and said
God inside my veins flows blood of red all mixed with black and
I no race or creed I pray to die George Lorey Chickashea