Luyện nghe bài hát Lonesome Whistle

All eyes out on the railroad, all out sea.
All these things travel darling mean nothing once your soul has set free.
So that lonesome whistle blowing, in the shadows of the sin.
Winds are high and the are flowing the?
down the rail.
Little red bird in the corn, there a black at the door.
Lord I if he should ever cross over the blood would hit the floor.
So that lonesome whistle blowing, hear that engine call from line.
See those black sails meet horizon, that old bird knows its time.
Harkin hear the angles hum, 6 wide said to run.
My bones rattle between rungs in the setting of the sun