Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

The mixture of the blood that flowed 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 respect or feeling for 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 set his soul afire when he'd think of Indians and reservations
He had the coldest eyes I've ever saw on a man
He could look clear through you and back
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 kill a man with his own bare hands never no mercy on him
He carried a and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him night and day
The meanest man that lived George Lorey Chickashea
Yeah he had the quickness of and could run like 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 taste of that blood crawl out and die
They locked him in the security cell in Rouge he stayed in one day
Iron bars couldn't hold George Lorey
At last he gave himself up and said he was of runnin' away
So they spread the that day they'd hang George Lorey Chickashea
He walked up the steps to the trapdoor
And stood on it with no 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 with black and white
I have no race or creed I pray to die George Chickashea