Luyện nghe bài hát Wagon Train

(difford/tilbrook)

There's in the hills
And on the path
The moon dangles on the hyena's laugh
And there are with guns by their sides
The train's full of women and hides
The men and smoke to help pass the time
Men have their thoughts and plans to
And the dust brings the to the mouths open wide
The wagon leaves the hills
As the gold the fever
The train tips the scales
train you can keep her

There's gold in hills
It's to claim
A ghost in the hillside out my name
In the wind a as the tumbleweed tumbles
The cast a shadow where the horses have stumbled
And we up a flame as the sky above rumbles
Like the bellies that on a meal that is humble
And the rain slashing down as I off my stubble

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