Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above and the Mud Below

Two men in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud
They walked 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 rounds
The Deacon a bottle down, the two men start to drinkin'

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

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

Now the was a preacher who had fallen hard from grace
He the bar and a string of quarter horses that he'd race
Yea, Deacon he could and curse, though he still quoted 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 horsehair bridles, and quirts
Yea, that fine bridle we did make, a roan killed by leg-bone break
He's horsehair rope now; steak, we cleaned him to the bone

Well these gentlemen they were ignorant or didn't know where they were
The Deacon's face grew darker as he measured every
You horsehair braidin' sons o' witches stole my claim to 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 around his off Remington
The twins, they raised their hands and sneered, Deac was ear to ear
He says in session, hear ye hear, yours truly is presidin'

Well the trial commenced and ended quick didn't have a hope
Deac says we'll cut your hair now 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
Next to that wanted poster of the Sandoval
And he twisted rope so shiny black, the artifact that broke 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 is rollin' slow in the first blue light of mornin'