Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

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

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

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

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

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

And the she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she down on the trees
And thank 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 turned back to whiskey and women
And cold on the plains, Lord, and fightin' those Indians
And the he says he'll have one more 'fore he goes
He gives the to the Crow boy
Who up the floor

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