Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

The mixture of the blood that flowed through his
It killed his conscience and filled him with
He was part white black part red
how he'd got the name George Lorey Chickashea
He had no or feeling for anyone including himself
He resented every man in his soul was no salvation
And he hated the sight of cotton fields and his of planned nations
The bitterness set his soul afire he'd think of Indians and reservations
He had the grey eyes I've ever saw on a man
He could look clear you and back again
And they'd look like the pieces of stone when he'd
There was a mixture in the of his hair
That low around his chinbones never high above his chin
I saw him a man with his own bare hands never showin' no mercy 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 of lightning and could run like an antilope
He feared no man no gun or
I saw him a rattlesnake bite him on the leg he never batted an eye
Then he get a taste of that blood crawl out there and die
They locked him in the security cell in Baton he stayed in one day
Iron bars hold George Lorey Chickashea
At last he gave himself up and said he was tired of away
So spread the news that day they'd hang George Lorey Chickashea
He walked up the thirteen to the trapdoor
And stood on it with no in his eyes
And when the minister him if he wanted to pray
He looked toward the skies and
God inside my veins flows blood of red all mixed with and white
I have no race or creed I pray to die George Chickashea