Luyện nghe bài hát Jesse James

Jesse James was a lad killed many a man,
He robbed the train,
He stole the rich and he gave to the poor,
He'd a and a heart and a brain.

Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty coward,
I how he feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he in Jesse's bed,
Then he poor Jesse in his grave.

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Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his
Three now they were brave
Well that dirty little that shot Mr. Howard
He poor Jesse in his grave

was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with the law in his
That could take James alive

It was on a Saturday night and the moon was bright,
They the Glendale train,
And people they did say many miles away
It was outlaws,Ther're Frank and Jesse James

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Now the people held their breath when they heard of death,
And how he ever came to fall
Ford,It was a fact,He shot Jesse in the back
While hung a picture on the wall

Now Jesse went to rest with his on his breast,
The devil be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the Clay,
And he came from a race.
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