Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This was our situation
We was just wildwood boys
New as the birth of the
The kind the Army employs
High riding from Missouri
Fought for the grey and wan
up by the battle and the fury
Back when living was hell

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

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

Men are and remembered
While lay in that coffin and rot
Some live in the legends of
are forever forgot
The it goes to the strongest
And only the strong will
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 someday if you happen to be this song
it's just for the record
You can't change the of fate
And 'em I lived for the moment
And I died when I to go straight