Luyện nghe bài hát Stones River

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

Well, he knew be no dreams in the meadowlands.

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

Well, the had all been lost in this Confederate.
To find peace, one time, he'd chase the sun.

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

To it home...

long years it's been since
hope filled his eyes gold.
The only he could render
was on the trail Mountain Meadows.

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

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

To it home...