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 riders with by their sides
The wagon train's full of women and
The men drink and smoke to help pass the
Men their thoughts and plans to decide
And the dust brings the thirst to the mouths wide
The train leaves the hills
As the gold hits the
The wagon train the scales
train you can keep her

There's gold in hills
It's treasure to
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 light up a flame as the sky above
Like the bellies that feast on a that is humble
And the rain slashing as I shave off my stubble

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