Luyện nghe bài hát Preston Miller

He was born in Miller's mansion the mistress was asleep
The secret son of the chambermaid and
And they sent him into for his schoolin' and his keep
With the Carlysles and the other lucky

Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the man that he's
Though he's taken to the and faro
He the streets like velvet death with his daddy's money on his breath
And a shame he cannot down in his marrow

When day to black you must not listen to the killer
Pretty keep you beautiful and bound
Cause the simple, sorry fact of your existence, Miller
Is enough to this house of evil down

One night some drunken dare he writes his absent sire
Sayin' father I would fain come home to thee
And though his worthless friends guffaw this sudden show of
round of bourbon and it's easy

And this letter finds his father in his far away
And the claw that holds it shakes and trembles
Is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or contempt
Or something stirring in his temples

A gone by, he's wakened by a knockin' at his door
And he drags himself to the threshold
It's a message in his father's quill meet me scion, if you will,
At the stroke of midnight in the meadow

Now he has combed his laggard and hired a comely roan
And he's met his comrade fops around the
And he's bidden each a grand and he's cantered off alone
To his aged father in the mountains

Oh father dear come out out I honor thee tonight
He shouts as he goes weavin' in the
And he sees the go blinkin' by like the twinkle in a trollop's eye
And six riders riding in the shadows

This sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin
With a blind and grinning at the tiller
And it an aging Jacob to his lone and bitter end
And a bullet through the brain of Miller