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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As a his friend addressed the troubles of men.
He won a prize of his day.
But his true were always 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 Texas
Gone to heaven from a lived in hell.

The cowboys' to his spirit
So moved me not speak a word.
Dust in the wind is he became,
I'll never forget I heard.

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