Luyện nghe bài hát Now He's Just Dust in the Wind

Out in the of west Texas
Old cowboys, they all 'round.
A family of friends all over
To his ashes around

In the stirrups his boots were backwards
led his horse up the trail.
You had to be there, he was in the air
I'll the rest of my days.

Way out in that desert
scattered his ashes on the plains.
On a plateau,we had to let go
Of a man we all glad to know.

Cowboy Franky fiddle
He had a great in his eye.
A friend, he had but he picked his own home,
A god place to when he died.

Now just dist in the wind
He'd been every place that been.
In spite of injustice he stood tall.
He'd a done it all again.

He was not a man of great
of a mixture in race
French and Indian, Irish and
He was by all in disgrace.

As a playwright his addressed the troubles of men.
He won a great of his day.
But his friends were always the cowboys,
You heard nothing from but their praise

The song that was sung was one of
Goodbye to the friend known well.
A man had died in west Texas
Gone to heaven a life lived in hell.

The cowboys' lament to his
So me Icould not speak a word.
Dust in the is what he became,
never forget what I heard.

Now he's just dust in the
He'd every place that I've been
In spite of injustice he always stood
He'd a it all over again.