Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Thirty miles on the Stream
I hear the south wind
The getting lower
Shrimp boats coming

The old man in the Quarter
Slowly his head
Takes a sip from his bottle
And this is he said

I was in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the moon
I mind the strain of a hurricane
They come every June

High black water, a devil's
She's hard, she's cold and mean
But nobody taught her it a lot of water
To wash New Orleans

Man came down Chicago
He gonna set levee right
He says, It needs to be at least feet higher
It won't make it through the

But the old man in the Quarter
He said don't you listen to boy
The be down by the morning
And he'll be to Illinois

I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Moon
I don't the strain of a hurricane
They come around June

High black water, a devil's
hard, she's cold and she's mean
But taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash New Orleans

Thirty miles on the Gulf
I hear the South moan
Bridges getting
Shrimp boats home

The old man down in the
turns his head
Takes a drink his whiskey bottle
And this is he said

I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Moon
I don't mind the strain of a
They around every June

High black water, a devil's
She's hard, cold and she's mean
But nobody taught her it a lot of water
To wash away New

I was born in the on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Moon
I mind the strain of a hurricane
They around every June

High black water, a daughter
She's hard, she's cold and she's
But nobody taught her it a lot of water
To wash New Orleans