Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

Nobody knew where he from
only knew he came in
Slowly he to the end of the bar
And he up one slug of gin

Well, I could see that he wasn't a man
I could tell he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five three
And his voice was a soft Texas

Said he was some wages
'Fore he could for the west
Said he could do all kind of work
Said he could ride the best

There in his blue eyes was
That comes from the of a friend
And tho' he tried, he couldn't hide
The there deep within

Said he would work the winter
For thirty a and his board
I started to say where he land a job
a fellow came in through the door

And I could tell he was lookin' for
From the way that he stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by
Come and wait on a man

The of the little man narrowed
The smile disappeared his face
Gone was the friendliness I had seen
And a look of hate took its place

But the big one continued to him
And he told me that I'd go
Find him a couple of of milk
Then Shorty would grow

When the little man spoke, was stillness
He made sure that heard
Slowly he away from the bar
And I still remember words

Oh, it's plain you're lookin' for trouble
what I try to shun
If what you want, then that's what you'll get
'Cause cowboy, we're both packin'

His was already positioned
wide apart on the floor
I noticed but there on his hip
Was a short bass forty-four

It was plain, he was ready and
He a bit forward and said
"When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my
you'd rather be dead"

In the room was a terrible
As the big one stepped out on the
All drinkin' and the tick of the clock
Said death would wait ten seconds

He cussed or twice in a whisper
And he said a snarl on his lips
Nobody's Mister to me, man
And he for the gun on his hips

But the man's hands was like lightning
The forty-four was the same
The forty-four and it sent lead and smoke
And inches of flame

For the big one had never leather
Beaten he could start
A little round hole had on his shirt
The bullet went through his heart

The little man there a moment
holstered the bass forty-four
It's always this way so I never
he walked out the door

Nobody where he came from
won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a gun
One night the difference in size

As for me, remember the sadness
Shown in the of the man
If we meet someday, you can bet I say
That it's me, Mr. Shorty, friend