Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above and the Mud Below

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

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

Now the bridle and the belts they were braided gray and black
The color of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon
The fastest horse for miles around, he'd been from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we tracked and found him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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