Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This was our situation
We was just young wildwood
New as the of the nation
The kind that the Army
High riding Rebs Missouri
Fought for the grey and wan
up by the battle and the fury
Back when just was hell

the battle was over
And after the had won
It was quitting that us the loser
So we doing just what we'd done
Riding as comrads
We looted the and the banks
Removing that money
And sticking it hard to the

Death always follows you
When you ride down that old outlaw
Someday a bullet will you
Or you'll rot like a corpse in jail
your back to the danger
Is a wager no man can
'Cause gold a friend to a stranger
Like old turned on our Lord

Men are revered and
While they lay in coffin and rot
Some live in the of history
Most are forgot
The victory it to the strongest
And only the will survive
Survival is the longest
But nobody gets out

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