Luyện nghe bài hát Stones River

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

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

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

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

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

To it home...

Thirteen long it's been since
filled his eyes with gold.
The only sovereignty he could
was on the trail through Meadows.

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

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

To it home...