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
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were by sight
The sky and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for rounds
The Deacon slams a bottle down, the two men to drinkin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

One brother reached inside his shirt 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 they didn't have a hope
Deac says we'll cut your hair now boys and you can yourselves a rope
The Old Testament, it says eye for eye and hair for hair
Covet not thy neighbors mare, I it's Revelations

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

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