Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to
a new made widow crying and a hearse a-rolling slow
And I guess that Devil's passed way again

There's a lathered Sorrel Stallion running the Joshua Trees
A young man in the saddle his coat tails in the breeze
Got a six gun on his hip and a rifle at his knee
And he's dealing in a game that he win

Poor Bonney, you're only twenty one
Pat Garrett's got your name on bullet in his gun
Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a tale to tell
Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of

Them fancy clothes you're wearing and the women in bed
take away the faces of the men that you left dead
As you ride across the badlands with a price upon head
Now that wheel or fortune starts to

Your reputation's grown 'til it's the in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left who call your hand
And I guess you go down shooting, just all branded men
And you shake hands with the Devil, you get burned

Poor Bonney, you're only twenty one
Pat Garrett's got your name on bullet in his gun
notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step of Hell

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only one
Pat Garrett's got your name on every in his gun
Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody to tell
You're a mile of Garrett and a step outside of Hell