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 named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green.

It was on the river but we couldn't see the sun
And we hear our voices through the roar
But we felt the boilin' and our blood was runnin' cold
As we headed down the of Lodore
And the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a times in that forty miles 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 of the Green

We were thirty-two in when we gathered on the shore
And we headed off the great 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 echoes on the canyon walls
As we from the waters far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we the ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the river ago
And we prayed that were with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

Now the are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds
But the waters of the Green are flowin'
And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered
To be told around the through the years
Yeah, the gods were runnin' us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

And we died a thousand times in that forty 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.]