Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

by Lillian Bos Ross, Sam Eskin, Richard & Frank Miller
(Arlo's version is the singing of Ramblin' Jack Elliott)

My is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish
But I won my wife in a game
To hell with lords o'er the sea

Well the South Coast is coast and lonely
You might win in a game at
But a lion still the Barranca
And a man is always alone

in my youth i had a Monterey
fields,creeks,mountains all
and i me a snug little shanty
and i roofed it and floored it pine

i had a bronco,buckskin,
like a he flew over the trail
when we'd ride out 40 every friday
for some and to pick up my mail

I sat in a card at Jolon
I played there with an outlaw named
And after I'd taken his
I staked all against his Dawn

I up the ace...l had won her
My it was down at my feet
up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was

He the door to the kitchen
And he called the in with a curse
Saying "Take her, ya, you've won her
She's yours now for or worse"

Her arms had to around me
As we down the hills to the south
Not a word did I hear from her day
Nor a kiss her pretty red mouth

well we soon reached the valley of
and the stars twinkled out the coast
she soon loved the valley and the
but i it was me she loved the most

That was a gay winter
We carved on a cradle of
By the in that neat little cabin
And I with that gay wife of mine

That I got hurt in a landslide
Crushed hip and twice broken
She her pony like lightning
And rode off for the in Jolon

The lion screamed in the
Buck, he bolted and he fell on the
My young wife lay dead in the
My heart died night with my bride

they her out in the orchard
me up to Jolon
now i'm with these memories
i'm an old broken man all

the cabin still stands on the
the door open to the
and i'm up here in Jolon
and i never can go back there