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 above and the mud
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by
The sky and the mud below
They 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, tied up behind their
Their faces were identical, like one man a mirror
Then someone whispered that all, their wanted posters on the wall
Twin brothers name of Sandoval, horse from Boquillas

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

Now the Deacon was a who had fallen hard from grace
He the bar and a string of quarter horses that he'd race
Yea, Deacon he could and curse, though 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 and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico hard and singin'

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

Well gentlemen they were ignorant or didn't know just where they were
The face grew 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 reached inside his shirt for his gun
Too late, for Deac had around his sawed off Remington
The twins, they raised their hands and sneered, Deac was ear to ear
He court's in session, hear ye hear, yours truly is presidin'

Well the trial commenced and ended quick they have a hope
Deac says we'll cut your hair now and you can braid yourselves a rope
The Old Testament, it says 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
Next to that wanted poster of the Sandoval
And he twisted rope so shiny black, the artifact broke their necks
Their he did respect, they shoulda stuck to braidin'

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