Luyện nghe bài hát The Unwelcome Guest

To the man's bright lodges, I ride in this wind
On my good horse I call you my shiny Black
To the playhouse of fortune to the bright silver
And gold you have from somebody else

And as we go riding in the damp foggy
You snort, my good pony and you give me best
For you know, and I know, good 'mongst the rich ones
How oft times we go an unwelcome guest

I never took food the widows and orphans
And never a hard working man I
So take your pace for home soon like lightning
We soon will be riding my shiny Black

No fat rich pony can e'er overtake you
There's not a rider from the to the west
Could hold you a light in this dark and midnight
When the potbellied thieves chase their unwelcome

I don't know good horse as we trot in this dark
If the rich is for worse or for best
They it by stealing and lying and gambling
And I take it my way, my shiny Bess

I treat good and I'm friendly to strangers
I ride and your running my guns talk the best
And the rangers and are hired by the rich man
To catch me and hang me, my Black Bess

Yes, they'll me napping one day and they'll kill me
And then I'll be gone but that be my end
For my guns and my saddle will always be
By unwelcome travelers and brave men

They'll take the money and it out equal
Just like the and the prophets suggest
The men that go riding to these poor workers
The rich will cut like an unwelcome guest