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 named it San but we knew it as the Green.

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

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

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

shouts.]

And we hear a echoes on the mighty 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 river ago
And we prayed they 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 are flowin' clear
And the canyon of Lodore be a long remembered tale
To be told around the campfires the years
Yeah, the gods were runnin' us
On the day we ran the rapids of the

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

[Echoing shouts. out.]