Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cowboys

Raney William's playground was Haven's streets
Where he ran past candles and flower wreaths
and photos of the young black faces
Whose death and consecrated these places

mother said Raney stay at my side
For you are my blessing, you are my
It's your love here that my soul alive
I want you to home from school and stay inside

do his work and put his books away
There was a channel showed a Western movie
And that brought him home books on the black cowboys of the range
The scouts that fought the tribes of the Great Plains

Summer and the days grew long
Raney always had his smile to depend on
Along the of stray bullets he made his way
To the warmth of her arms at the end of day

Come the Fall, the rain flooded homes
In Ezekiel's valley of dry
It hard and dark to the ground
It fell a sound

And they took up with a man business was the boulevard
Whose smile was fixed in a face that was off guard
In the pipes 'neath the kitchen his secrets are kept
In the day, behind drawn curtains in the bedroom he slept

And she got in the days
The Raney depended on dusted away
The arms that held him no more his own
He lay at night his head pressed to her listening to the ghost in her bones

In the kitchen, Raney his hand between the pipes
From a brown bag pulled five hundred bills and stuck it in his coat side
Stood in the dark at his bed
Brushed her and kissed her eyes

In the twilight Raney walked to the on streets of stone
Through Pennsylvania and his train drifted on
Through the small towns of Indiana the big crept
As he lay his head back on his seat and

He woke and the gave way to muddy fields of green
Corn and cotton and endless nothing in
the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone
The moon and stripped the earth to its bone