Luyện nghe bài hát Wagon Train

(difford/tilbrook)

There's in the hills
And prints on the
The moon down on the hyena's laugh
And there are riders guns by their sides
The wagon train's full of women and
The men and smoke to help pass the time
Men their thoughts and plans to decide
And the dust the thirst to the mouths open wide
The wagon leaves the hills
As the gold the fever
The wagon train tips the
train you can keep her

There's gold in hills
treasure to claim
A in the hillside calls out my name
In the wind a roar as the 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

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