Luyện nghe bài hát Jim Bridger

Once was a mountain, man who couldn't write his name
Yet he the front row seat in History's Hall of Fame
He more about the Indians than we will ever know
He spoke the language of the Sioux the Black Foot and the
(Let's drink to old Jim Bridger yes lift glasses high)

As long as there's the U.S.A. let his memory die
(That he was making history once occurred to him)
But I doubt if we'd been here if it for men like Jim

He spoke with Custer and said listen Yellow Hair
The Sioux are the great so treat 'em fair and square
Sit in on their war councils, don't laugh away pride
But didn't listen at Little Big Horn Custer died
(Let's to old Jim Bridger)

There's poems and there's legends that tell of Carson's
Yet compared to Jim Kit was civilized and tame
These words are straight from Carson's if you place that story by him
If there's a man who this God forsaken land it's Jim
(Let's to old Jim Bridger)