Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above and the Mud Below

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

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

Now the bridle and the belts they wore were gray and black
The color of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon
The fastest for miles 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 preacher who had 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 quoted verse
He was sheriff, he owned the hearse, a man you did not anger

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

One brother he English, Deac inquires as to their work
The man says mister we braid horsehair bridles, and quirts
Yea, that bridle we did make, a roan horse killed by leg-bone break
He's horsehair rope 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' sons o' witches my claim to earthly riches
go and dig a ditch, there may well be a hangin'

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

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 somewhere eye for eye and hair for
Covet not thy neighbors mare, I it's Revelations

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

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