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

Was on the day the were band from the range
Metal touched the as a master
They rode their down into cities of gold
To them forever after
Now the sun was red and old
The earth it was windy, dark and
Where the highway ends the desert takes it
So dusty, red and
It was a when men died out on the prairie
From not having a friend
At the ghost to the mode of riders
Was a howlin' canyon

You can em' cryin'
Good God, I they're dyin'

them rangers down in Dallas
Had all but all it up and left
And those hung on hopin'
Was trying their best to, to
The way outlaws and desperados
Right from the cheapest to the
Rode in on ponies made of and bones
Gave up their rusty guns and went home
And the governor was sent down from population
And Marshall law was
Riverboat gamblers put their on faith
For the time for had passed

In the cold blue light of the desert
There was a thousand starry
And men came down still I don't know where
With death on their
Now there's no kings in Texas
I swear rounded up each and every one
And old Canastoga
Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old sun
Now Anna Maria walks the plains
The of a struggling people
She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to for the skies
And got up on the steeple