Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

Well, the good times scratched a
the lungs of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South afternoon
And the old ones by the door with heads to their chests
They told 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 River
Oh and some tell the story of Joe
Who sent word through the Black
'There was a of gold'

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 white man as he pleases

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

And the Easterner he read the news the paper
And the old gathered closer so's they could hear better
"And it says that Crazy Horse was killed
While he was to escape
And it was some time last September and it give the exact date"

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

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

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