Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rosa

Seems like ten years ago, though today my is slow
Me and Craig were running west from Idaho
Robbed a bank to get some bread, like fifteen men lay dead
In a path that led us to Santa Rosa

Now and then ol' say, "Boy, at home you should've stayed
Than to me and learn the life of looking back"
But he'd spit and his side just to see if he's alive
Then sing his banjo song of Santa Rosa

He said, whoa-oh, singin', "Oh, Rosa", whoa-oh, high and low, ooh
one day, sang ol' Craig, "I'll be free to go my way
And be standin' by the bay at Santa Rosa",

Now one time, late at night, Mickey lit no fire
he feared the posse close behind might flush us out
But he picked a bit sleep to the tune of Cripple Creek
He was by a man from Santa Rosa