Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost Of Macon Jones

Where the river keeps on rollin', marches on
The sun hides in the shadows, you know where you
You walk in the silence names on the stones
You can roll the tide, but you can't hide
From the ghost of Jones

Well they always came to church, sat up in the
Drank the holy water, dapper in black
Away from the rich folk they let down his bones
Now whisper at the sermons
They can hear the of Macon Jones

From the time he was a child, it was easy to friends
Some swore found, right up to the end
When he jumped off bridge they just watched and went back home
They all cried to their that they saw
The ghost of Jones

In the nights, along
In fight, just stay strong
In the ill-fated wind, go
you need to unlearn, what you've been told

No one knows happened, 'cause the truth will often lie
Widows swear he 'em, he was born to make them cry
Sometimes a man believes he's destined to go at life alone
If you down that cold river you'll feel
The of Macon Jones

say he died, with a smile on his face
Others say he cried, he never his place
If you listen to your fears you might his restless moan
When they start digging up dirt
You'll meet the ghost of Jones
If you see your reflection on the
That's the ghost of Jones