Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

Well, the good scratched a laugh
From the of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South afternoon
And the old by the door with their heads to their chests
told lies about whiskey on a woman's breath

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

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

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

And the Easterner he read the from the paper
And the old gathered closer so's they 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 in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the
And they thank the Lord for the land that they in
Where the man does as he pleases
the white man does as he pleases

Then the talk turned back to whiskey and
And cold on the plains, Lord, and fightin' those Indians
And the Easterner he he'll have one more 'fore he goes
He gives the to the Crow boy
Who up the floor

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