Luyện nghe bài hát Reddleman Coming

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

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

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