Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This here was our
We was just wildwood boys
New as the birth of the
The kind that the employs
High Rebs from Missouri
Fought for the and wan drill
up by the battle and the fury
Back when just was hell

After the was over
And after the had won
It was quitting made us the loser
So we kept doing just what we'd
Riding as together
We the trains and the banks
Removing that carpetbag
And sticking it hard to the

always follows behind you
When you down that old outlaw trail
a bullet will find you
Or you'll rot like a in some jail
Turning your to the danger
Is a wager no man can
gold turns a friend to a stranger
Like old Judas turned on our

Men are and remembered
they lay in that coffin and rot
Some live in the of history
Most are forgot
The it goes to the strongest
And only the strong survive
Survival is living the
But nobody gets out

The questions don't get answered
And the rights, remembered all wrong
The facts, they can get plenty
So someday if you happen to be singing this
Remember it's just for the
You change the handwork of fate
And tell 'em I lived for the
And I died when I tried to go