Luyện nghe bài hát Stones River

Old was a rooftop rider,
big dreams, but a tow,
cut loose for the wide open,
runnin' from his soul.

Well, he knew there'd be no in the meadowlands.

River was flushed with crimson,
washed out to hold.
ran, but he would not follow,
Clive had goal.

Well, the fight had all been in this Confederate.
To find peace, one last time, chase the sun.

You can down the face of an avalanche.
You may about this world all alone.
The evil you invite may seep out from your pores,
but a man is not assured to it home.

To it home...

Thirteen years it's been since
hope his eyes with gold.
The only he could render
was on the trail through Meadows.

Well, no man decides on how and to die.
last voyage validated his resign.

You can ride the face of an avalanche.
You may walk this world all alone.
The evil you invite may seep out from your pores,
but a man is not to make it home.

To it home...