Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

Well, the times scratched a laugh
From the of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota
And the old ones by the door with their heads to chests
They told lies whiskey 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 tell the story of California Joe
Who sent through the Black Hills
'There was a mountain of

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

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

And the Easterner he the news from the paper
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 some 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 live in
Where the white man does as he
Where the white man does as he

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

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