Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

The of the blood 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 George Lorey 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 and his thoughts of planned nations
The bitterness set his soul afire he'd think of Indians and reservations
He had the coldest grey I've ever saw on a man
He could look clear through you and again
And they'd look the pieces of stone when he'd stare
There was a in the texture of his hair
That low around his chinbones never high above his chin
I saw him kill a man with his own bare hands showin' no mercy on him
He carried a and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him night and day
The meanest man that ever George Lorey Chickashea
he had the quickness of lightning and could run like an antilope
He feared no man no gun or
I saw him watch a bite him on the leg he never 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 hold George Lorey Chickashea
At last he gave himself up and said he was tired of runnin'
So they spread the news that day hang George Lorey Chickashea
He walked up the thirteen to the trapdoor
And stood on it with no in his eyes
And when the asked him if he wanted to pray
He looked the skies and said
God inside my veins flows of red all mixed with black and white
I have no race or I pray to die George Lorey Chickashea