Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This was our situation
We was just young boys
New as the of the nation
The kind that the employs
riding Rebs from Missouri
Fought for the and wan drill
up by the battle and the fury
Back when living 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 comrads
We looted the and the banks
Removing carpetbag money
And sticking it hard to the

Death follows behind you
When you down that old outlaw trail
a bullet will find you
Or you'll rot like a corpse in some
Turning back to the danger
Is a no man can afford
'Cause gold turns a friend to a
Like old turned on our Lord

Men are revered and
While they lay in coffin and rot
Some live in the of history
Most are forgot
The victory it to the strongest
And the strong will survive
Survival is living the
But gets out alive

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