Luyện nghe bài hát Reverend Mr. Black

He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and
At first you thought nothing but a of mean
Could make a man look so strong
But one look in his eyes and you you was wrong

He was a of a man
And I want you to know he could preach hot hell or snow
He carried a in a canvas sack
And folks just called him The Mr. Black

He was poor as a
But he like a king
Sometimes in the
I could hear him

"I got to walk that lonesome
I got to it by myself
Oh, nobody else can it for me
I got to it by myself"

If ever I could have thought this man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his
I gave that up the day
A lumberjack came in and it to pray

Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house
And he cussed everybody up and down the
And then when got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's

He hit that like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin' it a pure fool
To turn the other to that lumberjack
But that's what he did, The Mr. Black

He like a rock, a man among men
Then he let that hit him again
And with a voice as kind as could be
He cut him like a big oak tree when he said

"You've got to that lonesome valley
got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can it for you
got to walk it by yourself"

It's been many years since we had to
And I guess I learned his ways by
I can hear his sermons ring
in the valley where he used to sing

I him, "Yes, sir", and I don't regret it
that I'll always be a credit to his memory
'Cause I you to understand
The Mr. Black was my old man

You've got to walk that lonesome
got to walk it by yourself
Oh, nobody else can it for you
You've got to walk it by

got to walk that lonesome valley
You've got to walk it by
Oh, nobody can walk it for you
got to walk it by yourself