Luyện nghe bài hát Heathen Mother

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

with amusement
As the sun is on my
I hear that that's coming down the tracks

I'm waiting for the
That just what to do
And me of an aching, ruptured back
Shes the one that rode the
And back San Antonio
And placed the man upon the rack

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stumbled the bed
And my back at ease
And all the pennies that I had
She I don't want your pennies
It's your that I just need
And it to the man that's on the rack

Always get the job
my heathen hands, I heal
'cos I always get the job
With my healing hands, I

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