Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is alone

My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My was a Spanish grandee
But I won my wife in a card game, a man lost his daughter to me
I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- a warm summers' day, she was sweet

Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is alone

Her arms had to tighten me as we rode up the hills from the South
Not a word did I hear her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth
We came to my cabin at twilight. The twinkled out on the coast
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I that she loved me the most

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man is always alone

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken
She our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone
The lion screamed in the barrancathe pony back on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My died that night with my