Luyện nghe bài hát Billy Gray

Billy Gray rode Gantry back in '83
he did meet young Sarah McCray
The wild rose of morning pale flower of dawning
Herald of springtime in his young life day

Sarah, she could not see the of reality
In her eyes, Billy bore not a flaw
Knowing not her one was a hired gun
in Kansas City by the law

Then one day a man came riding cross the badlands
lie to the north of New Mexico
He was to say he was lookin' for Bill Gray
A ruthless man and a outlaw

Well, the deadly news came to Billy, fast sleepin'
There in the Clarendon Bar and
He fled the old church, there on the outskirts
he'd climb that old steeple bell

But a ball came flying face down he lay dying
in the dust of the road where he fell
Sarah, she ran to him cursing the
no reason knowing he was killed

Sarah lives in that same old frame house
Where she first met Billy some years ago
And the wild rose of has faded
the dawning of each day of
Sorrow the long years have

Written on a
where the dusty winds long blown
Eighteen words to a passing world
"True love knows no season, no nor no reason
Justice is cold as the County clay"