Luyện nghe bài hát Heathen Mother

Standing on the
I'm I whistle free
is in my pocket, feel good times

Laughing amusement
As the sun is on my
I hear that train that's down the tracks

I'm for the woman
That knows just to do
And cure me of an aching, back
Shes the one that the mule
And back San Antonio
And the dying man upon the rack

She asked if I was he who needed all the
I just nodded and politely away
No need to be
Said the from the train
I lots of men who'd run and turn away

Now you need my and I will give it
Yes you need my and I will show it

She me on a bed
And she chanted all the
Of the gods she from way back long ago
I put my head easy
And sniggered to
And asked her if she the one called God

I don't the name
But I guess it's a try
There's nothing that these cannot do

Some call me Heathen
call me Nicky Jane
Some even call me that is pure

And I always get the job
With my heathen hands, I
Always get the job
With my hands, I feel

I from the bed
And felt my back at
And all the pennies that I had
She said I want your pennies
It's your soul I just need
And give it to the man that's on the

Always get the job
With my hands, I heal
'cos I get the job done
my healing hands, I feel

Now you my help and I will give it
Now you need my and I will show it