Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

My is Juanano de Castro
My was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card
To hell with those o'er the sea

Well the South Coast is wild coast and
You might win in a at Jolon
But a still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always

in my i had a Monterey homestead
fields,creeks,mountains all
and i built me a snug shanty
and i it and floored it with pine

i had a bronco,buckskin,
a bird 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 an outlaw named Juan
And after I'd taken his
I all against his daughter Dawn

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

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

Her arms had to tighten me
As we rode 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 of twilight
and the stars out over the coast
she soon the valley and the orchards
but i it was me she loved the most

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

That night I got hurt in a
hip and twice broken bone
She saddled her pony lightning
And off for the doctor in Jolon

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

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

the still stands on the hillside
the door open to the
and i'm living up here in
and i can go back there again