Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

Thomas G. (Frontera Music, ASCAP, admin: Bug Music)

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

hair was long and black, tied up behind their ears
Their faces were identical, like one man beside a
Then someone whispered that all, their wanted posters on the wall
Twin 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 belonged to Deacon Black
The horse for miles around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we and never found him

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

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

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

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

Well the trial commenced and ended quick 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 its

Now the fancy horsehair bridle, it 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 above the mud below, the wind and rain, the and snow
The Deacon's hearse is rollin' slow in the first blue of mornin'