Luyện nghe bài hát American Triangle

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

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

'Western skies' make it right
'Home of the don't make no sense
I've a scarecrow wrapped in wire
Left to die on a high ridge

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

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

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