Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

Thomas G. Russell (Frontera Music, ASCAP, Bug Music)

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

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

Now the bridle and the belts they wore were braided and black
The color of a roan horse once to Deacon Black
The fastest horse for around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we 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 he'd race
Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, he still quoted sacred verse
He was sheriff, judge; he owned the hearse, a man you did not

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

One brother he spoke English, inquires as to their work
The man says mister we horsehair bridles, ropes and quirts
Yea, that 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 these gentlemen they ignorant or didn't know just where they were
The Deacon's grew darker as he measured every word
You horsehair braidin' sons o witches stole my claim to riches
Someone go and dig a ditch, there may well be a

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 says court's in session, hear ye hear, yours truly is

Well the commenced and ended quick 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 eye for eye and hair for hair
Covet not thy mare, I believe its Revelations

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

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