Luyện nghe bài hát Wagon Train

(difford/tilbrook)

There's in the hills
And on the path
The moon down on the hyena's laugh
And there are with guns by their sides
The wagon train's of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help pass the
Men have their thoughts and plans to
And the dust brings the thirst to the mouths wide
The wagon leaves the hills
As the gold the fever
The train tips the scales
train you can keep her

There's gold in them
treasure to claim
A ghost in the hillside calls out my
In the wind a as the tumbleweed tumbles
The rocks cast a shadow where the horses have
And we light up a as the sky above rumbles
Like the bellies that feast on a meal that is
And the rain slashing down as I off my stubble

arrows that fly
As guns to shoot
There's mud in your eye and stones in your
With wagons on fire and left screaming
Some for dead and others left bleeding
There's nothing left now and nothing keeping
The treasure was trapped and sprung when in
Not the wind from the rocks is left breathing