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 lies about whiskey on a breath

Yes, and some 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 word the Black Hills
'There was a mountain of

And the gold she lay cold in 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 from the East a runnin'
With some news that he'd in some St. Joseph paper
And it was "Drinks all around" 'cause the he was tellin'
Was the one called Crazy
Had been caught and dealt with

And the Easterner he the news from the paper
And the old ones gathered so's they could hear better
"And it says here that Crazy was killed
While he was to escape
And it was some time 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 they thank the for the land that they live in
Where the white man as he pleases
Where the white man as he pleases

Then the talk turned 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 to the Crow boy
Who sweeps up the

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
Where the man does as he pleases
Where the white man as he pleases
Where the man does as he pleases
As he wants to, as he