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 waiting for the
That knows just to do
And cure me of an aching, ruptured
Shes the one that rode the
And back San Antonio
And placed the dying man the rack

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

Now you my help 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 she knew from way back long ago
I put my head down
And sniggered to
And her if she knew the one called God

I don't the name
But I guess it's a try
There's nothing these gods 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 hands, I heal
get the job done
With my healing hands, I

I from the bed
And felt my at ease
And all the pennies that I had
She said I don't your pennies
It's your soul I just need
And it to the man that's on the rack

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

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