Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Hand

Yellow lines in the dead of the night, I was heading 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 a trip to the east but you don't come back from the dead.

Sure as hell he was dead as they 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 laid him down in a grave in the
and he grabbed my arm with his man's hand.

He
"I know I'm but I don't wanna lie
in a out here where 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 ain't no in the afterlife.
So me up out of here my friend
and I'll wander the 'til the ages end."

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

He roam forever, haunting the desert.