Luyện nghe bài hát The Prospectors

1]
It's four nine,
By a creek near the pine.
I a man at the mine,
And he shares my thirst for the jug wine.
And the work is done,
Then we to the setting sun.
And his father before,
He's a claim-jumpin' hillbilly son.

Hey give me rye whisky, rye dry gin,
Give me glowin' yellow water the rush comes in.
Never rich the riches and we don't ask why,
Gonna drink 'till the liquor dry.

2]
Damn sun,
ya sooner than the day's begun.
Out along the trail,
Panning the gravel on the miner detail.
But the was thin,
And we thirst for the taste of the gin.
So then we like sin,
Having like the devil just to bring the gold in.

Hey me rye whisky, rye whisky dry gin,
Give me glowin' yellow water 'till the comes in.
Never rich from the riches and we ask why,
Gonna drink 'till the runs dry.

3]
And the was dry,
just to get us all by.
With little of guilt,
Dredging others' claims the cloudy silt.
Left home ago,
With the scent of roses and that leather on willow.
And so the old flows,
Tryin' to kill a little time until a vein shows.

Hey give me rye whisky, rye dry gin,
Give me yellow water 'till the rush comes in.
Never rich from the riches and we ask why,
Gonna 'till the liquor runs dry.

Oh San now you got me on my knees.
But it's gold for fools, we're working mules.
Here for next to fees.

Hey me rye whisky, rye whisky dry gin,
Give me yellow water 'till the rush comes in.
Never rich from the riches and we ask why,
Gonna drink the liquor runs dry.

Give me rye whisky, rye dry gin,
me glowin' yellow water 'till the rush comes in.
Never rich from the riches and we ask why,
drink 'till the liquor runs dry.
Gonna drink 'till the runs dry.