Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above and the Mud Below

Two men rode in the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud
walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
The sky above and the mud
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for whiskey
The Deacon slams a down, the two men start to drinkin'

Their hair was long and black, tied up their ears
Their faces were identical, like one man a mirror
Then someone whispered that beats all, their wanted on the wall
brothers name of Sandoval, horse thieves from Boquillas

Now the bridle and the belts they wore were braided gray and
The of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon Black
The fastest for miles around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we and never found him

Now the Deacon was a preacher who had fallen hard grace
He owned the bar and a string of horses that he'd race
Yea, he could drink and curse, though he still quoted sacred verse
He was sheriff, judge; he owned the hearse, a man you did not

The sky above, the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and
Two thieves from Mexico drinkin' hard and singin'

One brother he spoke English, Deac inquires as to their
The man says mister we braid bridles, ropes and quirts
Yea, that fine bridle we did make, a roan horse by leg-bone break
He's horsehair now; horse-meat steak, we cleaned him to the bone

Well these gentlemen they were ignorant or didn't know just where they
The Deacon's face grew darker as he measured every
You horsehair braidin' sons o' witches my claim to earthly riches
Someone go and dig a ditch, there may well be a

One brother reached inside his searching for his gun
Too late, for Deac had whipped around his sawed off
The twins, raised their hands and sneered, Deac was grinnin' ear to ear
He says court's in session, hear ye hear, yours is presidin'

Well the trial commenced and ended quick didn't have a hope
Deac we'll cut your hair now boys and you can braid yourselves a rope
The Old Testament, it says eye for eye and hair for hair
not thy neighbors mare, I believe it's Revelations

Now the fancy bridle, it hangs on Deacon's wall
to that wanted poster of the brothers Sandoval
And he twisted rope so shiny black, the artifact that their necks
Their craftsmanship he did respect, shoulda stuck to braidin'

The sky the mud below, the wind and rain, the sleet and snow
The Deacon's hearse is rollin' slow in the first blue light of