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 this way again

There's a lathered Sorrel Stallion through the Joshua Trees
A young man in the saddle with his coat in the breeze
Got a six gun on his right hip and a at his knee
And dealing in a game that he can't win

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

Them fancy you're wearing and the women in your bed
Can't take away the faces of the men that you left
As you ride across the badlands with a price your head
Now that or fortune starts to turn

Your reputation's grown 'til it's the in the land
And there a lot of people left who wanna call your hand
And I guess you go down shooting, just like all men
And when you hands with the Devil, you get burned

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

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