Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above and the Mud Below

Two men in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by
The sky and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we this for whiskey rounds
The Deacon slams a bottle down, the two men 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, wanted posters on the wall
Twin brothers name of Sandoval, horse thieves from

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, been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we tracked and never him

Now the Deacon was a preacher who had hard from grace
He owned the bar and a string of quarter horses that 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 wind and rain, the and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico drinkin' and singin'

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

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

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

Well the trial commenced and quick they 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
Covet not thy neighbors mare, I believe Revelations

Now the fancy horsehair bridle, it on Deacon's wall
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 shoulda stuck to

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