Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Davis)

Way out in the canyons of the West, a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green.

It was daylight on the but we couldn't see the sun
And we couldn't hear our voices through the
But we felt the boilin' and our blood was runnin' cold
As we down the canyon of Lodore
And the gods runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of
The longest day of life we'd seen
But we lived to the story and we know the story well
The day we ran the rapids of the

We were thirty-two in number when we on the shore
And we headed off into the unknown
But we summoned up our courage an' we a mighty team
And we ran ragin' river all alone
Yeah, the gods were with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand on the mighty canyon walls
As we from the waters far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we the ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the river ago
And we that they were with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

Now the memories are in the eddies of our minds
But the waters of the Green are clear
And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered
To be told around the campfires the years
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a times in that forty miles of hell
The day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to the story and we know the story well
The day we ran the of the Green

shouts. Fade out.]