Luyện nghe bài hát American Triangle

Seen him in his backyard
boy just starting out
So history in this landscape
So much confusion, so doubt

Been there drinking on that porch
Angry kids, and dumb
Looks like a painting, that blue
God hates fags where we come

'Western don't make it right
of the brave' don't make no sense
I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in
Left to die on a high fence

a cold, cold wind
It's a cold, wind
It's a cold blowing, Wyoming

See two coyotes run a deer
Hate we don't understand
You pioneers give us children
But it's your blood that stains hands

that road forks up ahead
To ignorance and
Three lives drift on winds
Two ruined, one life spent