Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Queenie And Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Rover and were young
They met out on New Texas station
She worked as a there for a long, long time
She said, Hey, later on she said
Nice boy, good worker, top rider, one, that one

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

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

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