Luyện nghe bài hát Reverend Mr. Black

He rode in the saddle he was tall and lean
At you thought nothing but a streak of mean
make a man look so downright strong
But one in his eyes and you know what you was wrong
He was a of a man and I want you to know
He could preach hot hell of snow
He a Bible in a canvas sack
The folks just called him the Reverend Mr
He was poor as a beggar but he rode like a
And sometimes in the evening you hear him sing

gotta walk that lonesome valley I've gotta walk it by myself
Oh nobody can make it for me I've gotta walk it by myself

If ever I could through this man in black
Was sort or had any yellow up his
I gave nation up the day
A came in and it want to pray
And he kicked open meetin' house door
He everybody up and down the floor
Then things get quiet in the place
Walked up and cussed in the face
And he hit reverend like the kick of a mule
To my way of thinking it took a fool
To the other cheek to that lumberjack
But that's he did the Reverend Mr Black
Wellhe stood like a a man among men
And he let that lumberjack hit him
Then a voice as kind as could be
He cut him down a big oak tree

When he said gotta walk that lonesome valley
You've gotta walk it by
Oh nobody can make it for you
You've gotta it by yourself

It's been many years we had to part and I guess I've learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermonts down in the valley where he used to sing
I his yes sir and I don't regret it and I hope that I can be of credit
To his memory for you the Reverend Mr Black was my old man

You've walk that lonesome valley...