Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Hand

Yellow in the dead of the night, I was heading back out west.
Trying to my eyes open wide, I'd gone days without any rest.
Saw him in the road looking bad about 20 yards ahead.
You come back from a trip to the east but you 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 tucked into his belt.
Was he or just tired of living a life that never felt like his?
Though I was was worn and weary, I I'd bury him
and lay his to rest out in the desert night.

I laid him 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 out here where the coyote's cry.
I stared right into the endless
and I ain't going if I got any choice.
I know how to live, I know how to die
and there no thrills in the afterlife.
So lift me up out of here my
and I'll wander the night the ages end."

Lit by the he walked through the sand
and he waved goodbye with his dead hand.

He will forever, haunting the desert.