Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Special

You wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell
And they march you to the table to see the old thing
no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble the man

Let the Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special a light on me

Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she
on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She to see the gov'nor, she wants to free her man

Let the Midnight shine a light on me
Let the Midnight shine a everlovin' light on me

If you're in Houston, well, you better do the right
You better not gamble, there, you not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will ya and the boys will bring you down
The thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound

Let the Midnight Special shine a on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' on me

Let the Midnight shine a light on me
Let the Special shine a everlovin' light on me.