Luyện nghe bài hát Reddleman Coming

(B. Walkenhorst)
On the day I was born
Cross the plain a red dust storm
the wind, then the rain
Streaks of down the windowpane
Hole in the roof, on the bed
Bad on the baby's head
Mama cried the is come
The mark of the on my son
coming
He's for me
coming
Learn to crawl, to eat
Walk and that double-speak
Hide my heart and my hand
Listen in the for the reddleman
He selling that dirt that stain your soul
Saying this don't anyone at all
Just your eyes into little girl lost
But waste your time, it don't wash off

Late in I fell in love uptown
a one-armed woman who'd been around
I said how my love did you your hand
She a pound of flesh for the reddleman
A daughter born, a father
There's a red in the of the web he weaves
Clean his clothes in the font
But the rank of the come back to haunt

Red hawk sits on a telephone
to see which way I go
When I fall and when I
And tells it all to the