Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Powell

Just about a years or so ago
Ten men rode their way down the mighty
And as I read their journey
I help but feel a very similar yearning to Mr. Powell

And I wish that I could have been with him
The way he talked about the river, I tell
The revelations he must have felt himself
The realization of what supposed to do, I feel it too

As they would over the waves
As they would glide over the

The river forged its way canyons
That so high that the clouds would float within them
Cascade fountains moss
On through a gorge grand beyond description and the rolls

And like a whirlpool it sets my to spinnin'
Can you walls that went so high
The sky would be nothing more than a single blue line
And rocks would their way up to the sky

As would ride over the waves
As they would glide over the
You'd hear singing, singing