Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Hollis Brown

Originally by Bob Dylan
Brown
He on the outside of town
Hollis
He on the outside of town
With his and five children
And his fallin' down

You for work and money
And you walked a mile
You looked for and money
And you walked a mile
Your are so hungry
That don't know how to smile

Your baby's eyes look
a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes crazy
They're at your sleeve
You walk the floor and why
With breath you breathe

The rats have got your
Bad blood it got mare
The rats got your flour
Bad blood it got mare
If there's that knows
Is anyone that cares?

You to the Lord above
Oh send you a friend
You to the Lord above
Oh send you a friend
Your pockets tell yuh
That you ain't a-got no

Your babies are louder
It's pounding on your
Your are crying louder now
It's pounding on your
Your wife's are stabbin' you
Like the dirty rain

grass it is turning black
There's no water in your
Your grass is black
There's no in your well
You spent your last lone
On seven shells

Way out in the
A cold calls
Way out in the
A cold coyote
Your fix on the shotgun
hangin' on the wall

Your brain is
And your legs can't to stand
Your is a-bleedin'
And your can't seem to stand
eyes fix on the shotgun
That holdin' in your hand

There's seven breezes
All the cabin door
There's breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin
shots ring out
Like the pounding roar

There's seven people
On a South Dakota
There's seven dead
On a South farm
in the distance
There's seven new people