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

Out in the state of west
Old cowboys, all gathered 'round.
A family of friends from all
To spread his ashes

In the stirrups his boots were tied
Buell led his up the trail.
You had to be there, he was in the air
remember the rest of my days.

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

Franky played fiddle
He had a tear in his eye.
A friend, he had but he picked his own home,
A god place to rest he died.

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

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

As a playwright his friend the troubles of men.
He won a prize of his day.
But his true were always the cowboys,
You heard nothing from them but praise

The song was sung was one of farewell
to the friend we'd known well.
A man had died in west Texas
Gone to heaven from a lived in hell.

The cowboys' to his spirit
So moved me Icould not a word.
Dust in the wind is he became,
I'll forget what I heard.

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