Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, 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 river but we see the sun
And we couldn't hear our voices through the
But we felt the boilin' current and our was runnin' cold
As we down the canyon of Lodore
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 lived to tell the and we know the story well
The day we ran the of the Green

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

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand on the mighty canyon walls
As we shouted from the waters far
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 rapids of the

shouts.]

Now the are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds
But the waters of the Green are clear
And the canyon of Lodore be a long remembered 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 miles of hell
The longest day of 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.]