Luyện nghe bài hát Wagon Train

(difford/tilbrook)

There's smoke in the
And on the path
The moon dangles down on the laugh
And are riders with guns by their sides
The train's full of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help the time
Men have their and plans to decide
And the brings 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 in them hills
It's to claim
A in the hillside calls out my name
In the wind a roar as the tumbles
The rocks cast a shadow where the horses 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 as I shave off my stubble

arrows 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 and others left bleeding
There's nothing now and nothing worth keeping
The treasure was trapped and sprung when in
Not even the from the rocks is left breathing