Luyện nghe bài hát Reverend Mr. Black

He easy in the saddle he was tall and lean
At you thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and you know what you was
He was a mountain of a man and I you to know
He preach hot hell of freezin' snow
He carried a in a canvas sack
The folks called him the Reverend Mr Black
He was poor as a beggar but he rode a king
And sometimes in the you could hear him sing

I've gotta walk that lonesome valley I've gotta it by myself
Oh nobody can make it for me I've gotta walk it by myself

If ever I could through this man in black
Was sort or had any yellow up his
I gave nation up the day
A came in and it want to pray
And he kicked open that house door
He cussed up and down the floor
Then when things get in the place
Walked up and in the preacher's face
And he hit that reverend like the kick of a
To my way of it took a pure fool
To the other cheek to that lumberjack
But that's what he did the Mr Black
Wellhe like a rock a man among men
And he let that hit him again
Then with a as kind as could be
He cut him down like a big oak

When he said you've gotta that lonesome valley
gotta walk it by yourself
Oh else can make it for you
gotta walk it by yourself

It's been many years since we had to part and I guess I've learned his ways by
I can still hear his sermonts down in the valley where he used to sing
I followed his yes sir and I don't regret it and I hope that I can be of
To his memory for you understand the Mr Black was my old man

gotta walk that lonesome valley...