Luyện nghe bài hát Wagon Train

(difford/tilbrook)

There's smoke in the
And prints on the
The moon dangles down on the hyena's
And are riders with guns by their sides
The wagon train's of women and hides
The men drink and to help pass the time
Men have thoughts and plans to decide
And the dust brings the thirst to the open wide
The train leaves the hills
As the gold hits the
The wagon tips the scales
Wagon you can keep her

There's in them hills
It's to claim
A ghost in the hillside calls out my
In the wind a roar as the tumbles
The cast a shadow where the horses have stumbled
And we light up a flame as the sky above
the bellies that feast on a meal that is humble
And the rain slashing as I shave off my stubble

There's arrows fly
As guns to shoot
There's mud in your eye and stones in boot
With wagons on fire and left screaming
Some left for dead and others bleeding
There's nothing left now and nothing worth
The treasure was and sprung when in sleeping
Not even the wind the rocks is left breathing