Luyện nghe bài hát Tillman Co

Mother red river she wind like a
Coils and boils over dam
Little white houses, eggs on the bed
I am the sun of the serpent, I am

Raised on the river, in the blood
Blood run bottomland muc
And the wheel deeper as the years spin 'round
Thirty bad summers in tillman

My uncle little tree dreams of another
Coddles his cattle and he his range
Holds the fan to the face of his pretty
She knows nothing ain't ever change, she was

Raised on the

Daylight's dragon fenceline keeps me working in this
Poundin down the bedrock with rusty lance
We stand a chance
Chikasha trickster call to the cloud
come screamin over Wichita falls
Lines down, power out, and points south
Time and direction don't matter all when

Raised on the

Maybe old moses come and turn current back
Cross me over ever and dry
Climb me a crooked oak, scar-faced,
Swing this till it cracks the sky, I was

on the river