Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

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

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 by sight
The sky above and the mud
threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for whiskey rounds
The Deacon slams a 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 whispered that beats all, their wanted posters on the wall
Twin name of Sandoval, horse thieves from Boquillas

Now the and the belts they wore were braided gray and black
The color of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon
The fastest for miles around, he'd been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago 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 that he'd race
Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, 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' hard and

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

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

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

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

Now the fancy horsehair bridle, it on Deacon's wall
to that 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 and rain, the sleet and snow
The Deacon's hearse is rollin' slow in the blue light of mornin'