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, were Mexican by sight
The sky and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we this for whiskey rounds
The slams a bottle down, the two men start to drinkin'

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

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

Now the was a preacher who had fallen hard from grace
He owned the bar and a string of quarter horses that he'd
Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, though he still quoted 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 sleet and
Two horse thieves from Mexico drinkin' and singin'

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

Well these gentlemen they were ignorant or know just where they were
The Deacon's face darker as he measured every word
You horsehair braidin' sons o' witches stole my to earthly riches
Someone go and dig a ditch, there may well be a

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

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

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

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