Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

The mixture of the blood that flowed his veins
It killed his conscience and filled him shame
He was part part black part red
That's how he'd got the name Lorey Chickashea
He had no respect or for anyone including himself
He resented every man in his soul was no salvation
And he hated the sight of cotton fields and his thoughts of 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 look clear through you and again
And look like the pieces of stone when he'd stare
There was a mixture in the texture of his
That hung low around his chinbones never high above his
I saw him a man with his own bare hands never showin' no mercy on him
He carried a pistol and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him and day
The meanest man that ever lived George Chickashea
Yeah he had the quickness of lightning and run like an antilope
He no man no gun or rope
I saw him watch a rattlesnake 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 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 they spread the news that day they'd hang George Chickashea
He walked up the steps to the trapdoor
And stood on it with no in his eyes
And when the minister him if he wanted to pray
He toward the skies and said
God inside my veins blood of red all mixed with black and white
I no race or creed I pray to die George Lorey Chickashea