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 all over
To spread his around

In the stirrups his boots were tied
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 terrain
They his ashes 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
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
Born of a mixture in
and Indian, Irish and black
He was by all in disgrace.

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

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

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

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