Luyện nghe bài hát Powderfinger

Look out, Mama, a white boat comin' up the river
a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think better call John
'Cause it don't look like here to deliver the mail

And they're less a mile away
I hope they come to stay
It's got numbers on the and a gun
And makin' big waves

has gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the took Emmy Lou
So the powers that be left me to do the thinkin'

And I turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' to do
And the closer got
The more those grew

Daddy's rifle in my hand felt
He told me, "Red means run son, add up to nothin'"
But when the first shot hit the I saw it comin'

Raised my to my eye
Never to wonder why
Then I saw
And my splashed in the sky

Shelter me from the and the finger
Cover me with the that pulled the trigger
Just of me as one you'd never figured

Would fade away so
so much left undone
Remember me to my
I know miss her