Luyện nghe bài hát Tumble Weed

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

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