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 Spanish named it San but we knew it as the Green.

It was on the river but we couldn't see the sun
And we couldn't hear our voices through the
But we the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold
As we headed down the of Lodore
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 life we'd ever
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 when we gathered on the shore
And we headed off into the unknown
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 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 will be a long remembered
To be told the campfires through the years
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

And we died a thousand times in that forty 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 rapids of the

shouts. Fade out.]