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

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

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

shouts.]

And we a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon walls
As we from the waters far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the cries
Of the men who ran the long ago
And we prayed that they were us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

Now the memories are swirlin' in the of our minds
But the waters of the Green are flowin'
And the canyon of Lodore will be a 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 thousand times in that 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

shouts. Fade out.]