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 Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by
The sky and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade for whiskey rounds
The Deacon slams a down, the two men start to drinkin'

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

Now the bridle and the belts they wore were gray and black
The color of a horse once belonged to Deacon Black
The fastest for miles around, he'd 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 fallen hard from
He owned the bar and a string of quarter horses that he'd
Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, 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 wind and rain, the and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico drinkin' hard and

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

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

Well the trial commenced and ended they 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 somewhere eye for eye and for hair
Covet not thy neighbors mare, I believe it's

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

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