Luyện nghe bài hát Old Crow

Now all of us knew Old as the patron drinker's curse.
He paced along the barstools, beggin' for his thirst.
Nobody where he came from,
And nobody to ask.

Then along came Billy Sunday, tellin' 'bout the past.
He Crow had stole some gold and sunk it in the lake,
Held down by cement in a broken apple crate.
Billy said it from the murdered father of the bride.
Crow had worked their orchard land, the night he did his crime.

Old lied. X2

Night heat the valley,
Hiss of travels far.
A door is slammed, drunk,
The daughter jumps in car.

down the driveway,
Outside her bleeds and prays.
Old is in the shadows,
As Billy gets away.

Old lied. X4

Gave Old Crow a quarter, him if he was the man.
That Billy Sunday said he was, and Old grabbed my hand.
Said: "I that Orchard girl and to protect her I have lied."
Now Sunday owns the truth.
'Cause Sunday robbed it blind.

Old lied. X8