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 Buenaventura; but we it as the Green.

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

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

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

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 cries
Of the men who ran the river ago
And we prayed they were 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 the campfires through the years
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of
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.]