Luyện nghe bài hát Tumble Weed

Far across the Mississippi and out on the open
In an Oklahoma cow where the sky begins to rain
In a dusty run-down tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed
through a magazine that he can't even read
Now remembers how the west was won and lost
The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody the cost
And the white father promised to treat his children all the same
Back Indian territory was Oklahoma's name
Oh tumbleweed rollin', he just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle
Tumbleweed rollin', he can't find no place to rest
Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the
Well his boot heals tap in to an old flat top guitar
And he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the
And his tip jar just a jungle of old dollar bills
He makes his rent and grocery in the bar and grill
he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and

When he to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the air
Cause his song can your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free
He can raise you hopes to be the very that you can be
Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just from town to town
It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and down
Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to
Yeah the desert blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
So if you the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain
And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to
And you feeling of rootless, you can't find no place to rest
Just remember tumbleweed, he's the spirit of the
Oh the desert blows old tumbleweed like some of the west