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 our voices through the roar
But we felt the current and our blood 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 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 rapids of the

We were thirty-two in number when we gathered on the
And we headed off into the unknown
But we up our courage an' we formed a mighty team
And we ran ragin' river 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 and we heard the ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the long 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 Lodore will be a long remembered
To be told the campfires through the years
Yeah, the gods runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

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

[Echoing shouts. out.]