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 it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green.

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

And we died a thousand times in that miles of hell
The longest day of life ever seen
But we lived to the story 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 into the great
But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a mighty
And we ran that ragin' river all
Yeah, the gods were runnin' us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

shouts.]

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

shouts.]

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

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

[Echoing shouts. out.]