Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This was our situation
We was just wildwood boys
New as the of the nation
The kind that the employs
High riding from Missouri
for the grey and wan drill
Caught up by the battle and the
when just living was hell

After the was over
And the Union had won
It was quitting made us the loser
So we doing just what we'd done
Riding as comrads
We the trains and the banks
Removing that money
And sticking it to the Yanks

Death always follows you
When you ride that old outlaw trail
Someday a will find you
Or you'll rot like a in some jail
your back to the danger
Is a no man can afford
'Cause gold turns a friend to a
Like old Judas turned on our

Men are revered and
While they lay in that and rot
live in the legends of history
Most are forgot
The victory it goes to the
And only the strong survive
Survival is living the
But gets out alive

The questions don't never get
And the rights, remembered all wrong
The facts, can get plenty confusing
So if you happen to be singing this song
Remember just for the record
You can't change the handwork of
And tell 'em I lived for the
And I died when I to go straight