Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

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

Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The 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 hear our voices through the roar
But we felt the current and our blood was runnin' 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 forty miles of hell
The day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the well
The day we ran the of the Green

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

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty 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 river ago
And we prayed they were with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

Now the memories are in the eddies of our minds
But the of the Green are flowin' clear
And the canyon of Lodore will be a long tale
To be told the campfires 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 forty of hell
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

shouts. Fade out.]