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 guns by sides
The wagon full of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help pass the
Men have their thoughts and to decide
And the dust the thirst to the mouths open wide
The wagon train leaves the
As the hits the fever
The wagon tips the scales
train you can keep her

There's gold in them
It's 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 horses stumbled
And we light up a as the sky above rumbles
Like the bellies that on a meal that is humble
And the rain slashing down as I shave off my

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