Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Queenie And Rover

Queenie was born on the
Of the Ord River, 1930, maybe
Her mother was black, her white
Papa was a fine
Mama the songs of the old lawmakers

She used to hide young in the bush
And rub black charcoal all over her and her face
Every the police came around
Looking for any blond haired, brown skinned
To round em up and take em on down

Shine on, shine on, one, aha
Shine on, shine on, one, aha

Rover was born in the desert, he lived out til his mother died
Then he moved around a lot from to place
Downs, Bow River, Lissadell, Wyndham
Building fences, working as a man

Then he had a series of
He started painting what he'd heard and seen
Rainbow serpent, Krill, Cyclone Tracy, the killing fields
that lives and breathes

Ride on, on, immortal one, aha
on, ride on, immortal one, aha
Your story will run

When Rover and Queenie were
They met out on New Texas Down
She worked as a cook for a long, long time
She said, Hey, Cowboy on she said
boy, good worker, top rider, lucky one, that one

One day a mean horse ripped the from his head
She stitched him up with a boiled needle and
Good as any doctor, they were friends after
She said, I want to paint," he said, Ill ya
They died within months of other

Ride on, on, immortal ones, aha
on, shine on, immortal ones
Ride on, ride on, ones, aha
Shine on, on, immortal ones, aha

Your story will always run, always run, always run
Forever run, forever run, run
Forever young, forever