Luyện nghe bài hát Powderfinger

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

And less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to
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 river took Lou
So the powers that be me here to do the thinkin'

And I just twenty-two
I was wonderin' to do
And the they got
The more feelings grew

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

my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to why
Then I saw
And my face in the sky

me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the that pulled the trigger
Just think of me as one never figured

Would fade so young
With so left undone
Remember me to my
I know I'll her