Luyện nghe bài hát George Leroy Chickashea

The mixture of the blood that through his veins
It his conscience and filled him with shame
He was white part black part red
That's how he'd got the name George Lorey
He had no respect or feeling for including himself
He every man in his soul there was no salvation
And he hated the sight of fields and his thoughts of planned nations
The bitterness set his soul afire when think of Indians and reservations
He had the coldest grey I've ever saw on a man
He could look clear through you and again
And they'd look the pieces of stone when he'd stare
was a mixture in the texture of his hair
That low around his chinbones never high above his chin
I saw him a man with his own bare hands never showin' no mercy on him
He a pistol and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him night and day
The meanest man ever lived George Lorey Chickashea
Yeah he had the quickness of lightning and could run an antilope
He no man no gun or rope
I saw him watch a rattlesnake bite him on the leg he never an eye
Then he get a taste of that blood crawl out there and die
They him in the security cell in Baton Rouge he stayed in one day
bars couldn't hold George Lorey Chickashea
At last he gave himself up and he was tired of runnin' away
So they spread the news that day hang George Lorey Chickashea
He up the thirteen steps to the trapdoor
And stood on it no expression in his eyes
And when the minister asked him if he to pray
He looked toward the skies and
God inside my veins blood of red all mixed with black and white
I no race or creed I pray to die George Lorey Chickashea