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 there are riders with guns by their
The wagon full of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help the time
Men their thoughts and plans to decide
And the dust brings the to the mouths open wide
The wagon train leaves the
As the gold the fever
The wagon train tips the
train you can keep her

There's gold in hills
treasure to claim
A ghost in the hillside out my name
In the wind a roar as the tumbleweed
The rocks cast a shadow where the have stumbled
And we light up a flame as the sky rumbles
Like the bellies that feast on a that is humble
And the rain down as I shave off my stubble

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