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 through the
But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was runnin'
As we down the canyon of Lodore
And the gods were 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 rapids of the

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

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand echoes on the canyon walls
As we from the waters far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we 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 swirlin' in the of our minds
But the waters of the are flowin' clear
And the canyon of Lodore will be a remembered tale
To be around the campfires through the years
Yeah, the gods were with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we a thousand times in that 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

shouts. Fade out.]