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 above and the mud
They walked into the bar, they were Mexican by sight
The sky and the mud below
They a horsehair bridle down, we trade this for whiskey rounds
The Deacon slams a bottle down, the two men start to

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

Now the bridle and the belts they wore were braided 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 ago outside of town we tracked and never found him

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

One brother he spoke English, Deac inquires as to their
The man says we braid horsehair bridles, ropes and quirts
Yea, that fine bridle we did make, a roan horse killed by 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 where were
The Deacon's face grew darker as he measured every
You braidin' sons o witches stole my claim to earthly riches
go and dig a ditch, there may well be a hangin'

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

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

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

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