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 train that's coming the tracks

I'm for the woman
That knows just to do
And cure me of an aching, ruptured
the one that rode the mule
And from San Antonio
And placed the dying man the rack

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

Now you need my help and I will it
Yes you need my help and I 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 down
And to myself
And asked her if she the one called God

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

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

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

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

Always get the job
With my 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 need my help and I will it