Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This was our situation
We was young wildwood boys
New as the of the nation
The that the Army employs
riding Rebs from Missouri
Fought for the and wan drill
up by the battle and the fury
Back just living was hell

After the battle was
And after the had won
It was quitting that made us the
So we doing just what we'd done
as comrads together
We looted the and the banks
that carpetbag money
And it hard to the Yanks

always follows behind you
When you down that old outlaw trail
Someday a will find you
Or rot like a corpse in some jail
Turning your back to the
Is a wager no man can
'Cause gold turns a to a stranger
old Judas turned on our Lord

Men are and remembered
While 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
is living the longest
But gets out alive

The don't never get answered
And the rights, they're remembered all
The facts, they can get plenty
So someday if you happen to be this song
it's just for the record
You can't change the handwork of
And tell 'em I for the moment
And I died when I to go straight