Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Hand

Yellow in the dead of the night, I was heading back out west.
Trying to keep my eyes open wide, I'd gone days any rest.
Saw him lying in the road looking bad about 20 ahead.
You come from a trip to the east but you don't come back from the dead.

Sure as hell he was dead as they come and he was starting to smell.
Just a kid with his hair slicked back and a knife tucked his belt.
Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that felt like his?
Though I was was worn and weary, I I'd bury him
and lay his soul to rest out in the night.

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

He
"I know I'm dead but I don't lie
in a grave out here where the cry.
I stared right into the endless
and I going back if I got any choice.
I how to live, I don't know how to die
and ain't no thrills 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 with his dead man's hand.

He will roam forever, the desert.