Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rosa

Seems like ten years ago, though my mind is slow
Me and Mickey Craig running west from Idaho
a bank to get some bread, seems like fifteen men lay dead
In a path that led us straight to Santa

Now and ol' Mickey'd say, "Boy, at home you should've stayed
to follow me and learn the life of looking back"
But he'd spit and slap his side to see if he's alive
Then he'd sing his banjo song of Rosa

He said, whoa-oh, singin', "Oh, Rosa", whoa-oh, high and low, ooh
Then one day, ol' Craig, "I'll be free to go my way
And be standin' by the bay at Rosa", yeah

Now one time, late at night, lit no fire light
'Cause he feared the posse close behind might us out
But he a bit 'fore sleep to the tune of Cripple Creek
He was murdered by a man from Rosa