Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Hand

Yellow lines in the of the night, I was heading back out west.
to keep my eyes open wide, I'd gone days without any rest.
Saw him lying in the road looking bad 20 yards ahead.
You come back a trip to the east 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 slicked back and a knife into his belt.
Was he unforgiven or just of living a life that never felt like his?
I was was worn and weary, I thought I'd bury him
and lay his soul to rest out in the night.

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

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

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

He roam forever, haunting the desert.