Luyện nghe bài hát The Sky Above, The Mud Below

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

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

Their was long and black, tied up behind their ears
Their faces were identical, one man beside a mirror
Then someone whispered that beats all, their wanted 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 horse once belonged 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 Deacon was a preacher who had hard from grace
He owned the bar and a string of quarter horses that race
Yea, he could drink 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 and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse from Mexico drinkin' hard and singin'

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

Well these they were ignorant or didn't know just where they were
The Deacon's face grew as he measured every word
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 inside his searching for his gun
Too late, for had whipped 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, yours is presidin'

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

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

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