Luyện nghe bài hát Billy Austin

My is Billy Austin
I'm twenty-nine old
I was in Oklahoma
Cherokee I'm told

Don't remember
been so long since I left home
Seems I've always been in prison
Like I've always been

mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that
I up a filling station
Like I'd done a hundred

The kid done I told him
He lay face down on the
I'll never know what made me
Turn and walk back that door

The rang out like thunder
My rang like a bell
No one came
And so I called the myself

Took their to get there
And I I could'a run
I knew I be feeling something
But I never tear one

I didn't make the papers
'Cause I only one man
But my trial was over
And then the hard wait began

Court appointed
look me in the eye
He stood up and closed his briefcase
When sentenced me to die

And now my over
As the final hour by
I ain't about to you
I don't deserve to die

There's twenty-seven men
Mostly black and and poor
And most of 'em are
And who are you to say for

So when the preacher to get me
And they shave off all my
Could you take long walk with me
Knowing Hell's waitin'

Could you pull switch yourself, sir
With a sure and steady
you still tell youself, sir
That you're better I am?

My name is Billy
I'm years old
I was in Oklahoma
Quarter I'm told