Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Self - Loading Pistol

Father, I come.
To you about somethin' I done.
Well as the night it's light head
a baby's sun,
We down into the town
where the black throats come.

And you know was a robb'ry.
was a holdup.
Ooh, was a shootout.
And was a killin'.
And blood on my hands.
I killed a man.

Well now, sister, you me well.
And you ask me well, how it was I felt.
Well, she had an for lovin'
a fadin' beauty could posses.
She knew what she wanted
And she wouldn't less.

I figured it was a town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a crowd of people around.
Oh! but he put his guns down.
No, he put his guns down.
Oh, he wouldn't put his down.
Now his on my hands.
I killed a man.

And, papa, you me the beauty of buckshot.
Well, that song a sings as she whistles.
And showed me the of the self-loading pistol.

now, father. I have come.
To tell you somethin' I done.
He had a widow, through town screamin'.
He had a brother, and his were streamin'.
Now I'm movin' on the
a rifle on my shoulder.

''cause, daddy, you me the beauty of buckshot.
The love a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the glory of the pistol.

And I just to tell ya,
That it hurt no more.
No, it hurt no more,
''cause son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, son, he's an outlaw.
Yes, your son, an outlaw.
Oh, son, he's an outlaw.
Now, son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, son, he's an outlaw.
And this feels good on my hands.
Today I a man.