Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

Well, the good times scratched a
the lungs of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota
And the old by the door with their heads to their chests
They told lies about whiskey on a breath

Yes, and some the story of young Mickey Free
Who lost an eye to a deer in the Tongue River Valley
Oh and some tell the story of Joe
Who sent word through the Black
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 from the East comes a
some news that he'd read in some St. Joseph paper
And it was "Drinks all around" 'cause the news he was
Was the one called Crazy
Had been caught and been with

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

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

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