Luyện nghe bài hát WILDWOOD BOYS

(J. Dickinson-R. Cooder)

This here was our
We was just young wildwood
New as the of the nation
The kind that the Army
High riding Rebs from
for the grey and wan drill
Caught up by the and the fury
when just living was hell

After the battle was
And after the had won
It was quitting that made us the
So we doing just what we'd done
as comrads together
We looted the and the banks
Removing that money
And it hard to the Yanks

Death always behind you
When you ride down that old trail
a bullet will find you
Or you'll rot like a corpse in some
Turning your to the danger
Is a no man can afford
'Cause gold a friend to a stranger
Like old Judas turned on our

Men are revered and
While lay in that coffin and rot
Some live in the of history
Most are forever
The it goes to the strongest
And only the strong survive
Survival is the longest
But nobody gets out

The questions don't get answered
And the rights, they're all wrong
The facts, they can get plenty
So someday if you happen to be this song
Remember it's just for the
You can't change the handwork of
And tell 'em I lived for the
And I died when I to go straight