Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

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

After the battle was
And after the had won
It was that made us the loser
So we kept doing what we'd done
Riding as together
We looted the and the banks
Removing that money
And sticking it hard to the

Death always behind you
you ride down that old outlaw trail
Someday a bullet find you
Or you'll rot like a in some jail
Turning your back to the
Is a wager no man can
'Cause gold turns a to a stranger
Like old Judas turned on our

Men are and remembered
While lay in that coffin and rot
Some live in the of history
Most are forgot
The victory it to the strongest
And the strong will survive
is living the longest
But nobody out alive

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