Luyện nghe bài hát Twistin'

ago on an April day
A crowd gathered miles around
a thousand, I heard one say
All around me on the in town
Ladies up in their best
ran around and played
They all to see me I guessed
Me and the and a man in chains
The Sam began a prayer
To the women, the men, the boys and
"We are graveyard and daughters
Passing through an world"
A few last and down he goes
Teeth bared in an grin
A cheer rises up the crowd
As I hold him, in the wind
Men up their babies to see
Reporters jotted a tale
Hawkers out lemonade
And the ladies for the hangin' day sale
From time to time these folks would
And all but one would away
I'd shudder as the rope tight
But I got used to day
Now they don't gather round no
Though I'm tall and still
Now they do it all behind closed
They say a better way to kill
The Reverend Sam a prayer
To the women, the men, the boys and
"We are sons and daughters
Passing through an world"
A few words and down he goes
bared in an awful grin
A cheer rises up from the
As I hold him, twistin in the
One more poor boy and gone
Twistin in the