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 and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were by sight
The sky and the mud below
They threw a horsehair bridle down, we trade for whiskey rounds
The Deacon slams a bottle down, the two men to drinkin'

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

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

Now the Deacon was a preacher who had fallen from grace
He owned the bar and a string of quarter horses he'd race
Yea, Deacon he could drink and curse, though he still quoted verse
He was sheriff, judge; he the hearse, a man you did not anger

The sky above, the mud below, the and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse from Mexico drinkin' hard and singin'

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

Well these gentlemen they ignorant or didn't know just where they were
The Deacon's face grew darker as he every word
You horsehair sons o witches stole my claim 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 around his sawed off Remington
The twins, they raised their hands and sneered, Deac was ear to ear
He says court's in session, hear ye hear, truly is presidin'

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

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

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