Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Hand

Yellow lines in the of the night, I was heading back out west.
Trying to keep my eyes open wide, I'd gone without any rest.
Saw him lying in the looking bad about 20 yards ahead.
You come back from a trip to the but you don't come back from the dead.

Sure as hell he was dead as come and he was already starting to smell.
Just a kid with his hair back and a knife tucked into his belt.
Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a that never felt like his?
I was was worn and weary, I thought I'd bury him
and lay his soul to out in the desert night.

I him down in a grave in the sand
and he grabbed my arm his dead man's hand.

He
"I know I'm dead but I wanna lie
in a grave out here the coyote's cry.
I right into the endless void
and I ain't going if I got any choice.
I how to live, I don't know how to die
and there no thrills in the afterlife.
So lift me up out of here my
and I'll the night 'til the ages end."

Lit by the he walked through the sand
and he waved goodbye with his man's hand.

He will roam forever, the desert.