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 it San Buenaventura; 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 felt the current and our blood was runnin' cold
As we headed down the of Lodore
And the gods were with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

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 know the story
The day we ran the rapids of the

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

shouts.]

And we hear a echoes on the mighty canyon walls
As we shouted from the far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we the ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the long ago
And we prayed that they with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

shouts.]

Now the memories are swirlin' in the of our minds
But the of the Green are flowin' clear
And the canyon of Lodore will be a long tale
To be told around the campfires the years
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

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

[Echoing shouts. out.]