Luyện nghe bài hát Evacuation Of The West (a.k.a. No More Kings in Texas)

Was on the day the cowboys were from the range
touched the world as a master
They rode their down into cities of gold
To leave them after
Now the sun was red and old
The it was windy, dark and cold
Where the highway ends the desert it toll
So dusty, red and
It was a time when men out on the prairie
From not having a decent
At night the ghost to the of riders
Was a howlin' canyon

You can hear em'
Good God, I think dyin'

When rangers down in Dallas
Had all but all given' it up and
And those hung on hopin'
Was their best to, to forget
The way those and desperados
Right the cheapest to the best
Rode in on ponies made of and bones
Gave up their rusty guns and went home
And the governor was sent down from control
And Marshall law was
Riverboat put their money on faith
For the time for hope had

In the cold light of the desert night
There was a thousand ships
And men came down from still I don't where
With on their fingertips
Now there's no more kings in
I they rounded up each and every one
And old Canastoga
Reached from the Rocky into the old dead sun
Now Anna Maria walks the alone
The last of a struggling
She thinks of all outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies
And got up on the steeple