Luyện nghe bài hát "Deadwood

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

Yes, and some tell the story of young Mickey
Who lost an eye to a deer in the Tongue River Valley
Oh and some the story of California Joe
Who sent word through the Black
'There was a of gold'

And the she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the
And they thank the Lord for the that they live in
Where the white man as he pleases

Some flat shoed fool the East comes a runnin'
With some news he'd read in some 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 read the news the paper
And the old ones gathered closer 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 don't 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 white man does as he
Where the man does as he pleases

Then the talk turned back to and women
And cold on the plains, Lord, and fightin' those Indians
And the Easterner he says he'll have one more he goes
He the paper to the Crow boy
Who sweeps up the

And the gold lay cold in their pockets
And the sun still sets down on 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 to, as he pleases