Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

Well, the good times scratched a
the lungs of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, Dakota afternoon
And the old ones by the door their heads to their chests
told lies about whiskey on a woman's 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 Hills
was a mountain of gold'

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

Some flat shoed fool from the East comes a
With some news 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 with

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

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

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

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