Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

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

After the battle was
And the Union had won
It was quitting made us the loser
So we kept doing just what we'd
as comrads together
We the trains and the banks
that carpetbag money
And sticking it to the Yanks

Death follows behind you
When you ride down that old outlaw
Someday a bullet find you
Or you'll rot a corpse in some jail
your back to the danger
Is a wager no man can
'Cause gold 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 legends of
are forever forgot
The victory it goes to the
And only the will survive
Survival is living the
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 to be singing this song
Remember it's 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