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 from all over
To his ashes around

In the stirrups his were tied backwards
Buell led his up the trail.
You had to be there, he was in the air
I'll remember the 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 in the wind
He'd been every place I've been.
In spite of injustice he stood tall.
a done it all over 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 prize of his day.
But his true friends were the cowboys,
You heard nothing from but their praise

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

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

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