Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

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

Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we it as the Green.

It was daylight on the river but we see the sun
And we couldn't hear our through the roar
But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was cold
As we headed the canyon of Lodore
And 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 of the Green

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

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon
As we from the waters 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 waters of the Green are clear
And the canyon of Lodore be a long remembered tale
To be told around the campfires through the
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of
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

[Echoing shouts. out.]