Luyện nghe bài hát Green River

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

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

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

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

We thirty-two in number when we gathered on the shore
And we headed off into the great
But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a team
And we ran that river all alone
Yeah, the were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

And we hear a thousand echoes on the canyon walls
As we shouted from the far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the ghostly
Of the men who ran the long ago
And we prayed that were with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

shouts.]

Now the are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds
But the waters of the Green are flowin'
And the of Lodore will be a long remembered tale
To be told around the campfires through the
Yeah, the gods were with us
On the day we ran the of the Green

And we died a thousand times in forty miles of hell
The longest day of life ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we the story well
The day we ran the of the Green

shouts. Fade out.]