Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

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

Way out in the of the West, there's 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 hear our through the roar
But we felt the boilin' current and our was runnin' cold
As we headed down the of Lodore
And the gods runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

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

We were in number when we gathered on the shore
And we headed off into the great
But we summoned up our courage an' we a mighty team
And we ran that river all alone
Yeah, the gods were runnin' us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand on the mighty canyon walls
As we shouted 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 that they were with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

shouts.]

Now the memories are swirlin' in the eddies of our
But the waters of the Green are clear
And the canyon of Lodore will be a remembered tale
To be around the campfires through the years
Yeah, the gods were runnin' 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 seen
But we lived to tell the story and we the story well
The day we ran the rapids of the

[Echoing shouts. out.]