Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

Well, the good scratched a laugh
From the lungs of the men
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota
And the old ones by the with their heads to their chests
They told lies whiskey on a woman's breath

Yes, and some tell the story of Mickey Free
Who lost an eye to a buck in the Tongue River Valley
Oh and tell the story of California Joe
Who sent through the Black Hills
was a mountain of gold'

And the gold she lay cold in pockets
And the sun she down on the trees
And they thank the Lord for the that they live in
Where the white man as he pleases

Some flat shoed fool the East comes a runnin'
With some news that he'd read in some St. paper
And it was "Drinks all around" 'cause the he was tellin'
Was the one they called
Had been caught and dealt with

And the Easterner he the news from the paper
And the old ones gathered closer so's could hear better
"And it says here that Horse was killed
While he was to escape
And it was time last September and it don't give the exact date"

And the gold she lay cold in pockets
And the sun she sets down on the
And they thank the Lord for the land they live in
Where the white man does as he
Where the white man as he pleases

Then the talk back to whiskey and women
And nights on the plains, Lord, and fightin' those Indians
And the Easterner he says he'll have one 'fore he goes
He gives the paper to the boy
Who up the floor

And the gold lay cold in their pockets
And the sun still sets down on their
And they thank the Lord for the land they live in
Where the white man does as he
Where the white man as he pleases
Where the man does as he pleases
As he to, as he pleases