Luyện nghe bài hát Tillman Co

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

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

My little tree dreams of another life
Coddles his cattle and he his range
Holds the fan to the face of his wife
She knows nothing ever gonna change, she was

on the river

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

on the river

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

on the river