Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

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

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

It was on the river but we couldn't see the sun
And we couldn't our voices through the roar
But we the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold
As we headed down the canyon of
And the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

And we died a thousand times in forty miles of hell
The longest day of we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we 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 courage an' we a mighty team
And we ran ragin' river all alone
Yeah, the gods were with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

shouts.]

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

shouts.]

Now the memories are swirlin' in the 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 campfires the years
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of
The longest day of life ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the well
The day we ran the rapids of the

[Echoing shouts. out.]