Luyện nghe bài hát Lonesome On'ry And Mean

On a bus
Lord, I'm travelin' morning
I'm goin' to
And to New Orleans

Been these highways
Been things my way
It's been making me
On'ry and

Now her was jet black
And her name was
she was the cream
Of the basin street

She got
Of that smoky-wine
She to feel lonesome
and mean

We got
And we in our sweeps
onto a beggar
Who was through the streets

no escaping
From his snowy dream
and lonesome
On'ry and

I'm down in valley
Where the turn so low
At dawn I
To the Lord of my

I say do
Do by me
You know I'm of being lonesome
On'ry and