Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

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