Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

(C.W. McCall, Fries, Chip Davis)

Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San but we knew it as the Green.

It was daylight on the but we couldn't see the sun
And we hear our voices through the roar
But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was cold
As we down the canyon of Lodore
And the gods runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a thousand in that forty miles of hell
The day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the and we know the story well
The day we ran the of the Green

We thirty-two in number when we gathered on the shore
And we headed off the great unknown
But we summoned up our an' we formed a mighty team
And we ran that river all alone
Yeah, the gods runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty walls
As we shouted from the waters far
And we saw the ancient and we heard the ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the river ago
And we prayed that they with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

shouts.]

Now the memories are in the eddies of our minds
But the of the Green are flowin' clear
And the canyon of will be a long remembered tale
To be told around the through the years
Yeah, the gods were runnin' us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

And we died a times in that forty miles of hell
The longest day of we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the story
The day we ran the of the Green

[Echoing shouts. out.]