Luyện nghe bài hát Wagon Train

(difford/tilbrook)

There's smoke in the
And on the path
The moon dangles down on the hyena's
And are riders with guns by their sides
The wagon full of women and hides
The men drink and to help pass the time
Men have their and plans to decide
And the dust brings the to the mouths open wide
The wagon leaves the hills
As the gold hits the
The wagon train tips the
Wagon you can keep her

gold in them hills
It's to claim
A ghost in the hillside calls out my
In the a roar as the tumbleweed tumbles
The rocks cast a where the horses have stumbled
And we up a flame as the sky above rumbles
Like the bellies that feast on a meal that is
And the rain slashing down as I shave off my

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