Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

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

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

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

Now the bridle and the belts they wore braided gray and black
The color of a roan horse once to Deacon Black
The fastest horse for miles around, been stolen from the old fairground
A month ago outside of town we tracked and never 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 and curse, though 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, Deac as to their work
The man says mister we horsehair bridles, ropes and quirts
Yea, that fine bridle we did make, a roan horse 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 where they were
The Deacon's face grew as he measured every word
You horsehair braidin' sons o witches stole my to earthly riches
go and dig a ditch, there may well be a hangin'

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

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

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

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