Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This here was our
We was just young boys
New as the birth of the
The kind the Army employs
High Rebs from Missouri
Fought for the grey and wan
Caught up by the and the fury
Back when just was hell

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

Death always behind you
When you ride down that old outlaw
a bullet will find you
Or rot like a corpse in some jail
Turning your to the danger
Is a no man can afford
gold turns a friend to a stranger
Like old turned on our Lord

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

The questions never get answered
And the rights, they're all wrong
The facts, they can get confusing
So someday if you happen to be singing song
Remember it's for the record
You change the handwork of fate
And 'em I lived for the moment
And I died when I to go straight