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 just living was hell

After the was over
And the Union had won
It was quitting that us the loser
So we kept doing just what we'd
as comrads together
We looted the trains and the
Removing carpetbag money
And sticking it hard to the

Death follows behind you
you ride down that old outlaw trail
Someday a bullet will you
Or you'll rot like a corpse in some
Turning your back to the
Is a wager no man can
'Cause turns a friend to a stranger
Like old Judas on our Lord

Men are revered and
While lay in that coffin and rot
live in the legends of history
Most are forever
The victory it to the strongest
And only the strong will
Survival is living the
But nobody out alive

The questions don't never get
And the rights, remembered all wrong
The facts, they can get confusing
So if you happen to be singing this song
it's just for the record
You can't change the handwork of
And tell 'em I lived for the
And I died I tried to go straight