Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Self - Loading Pistol

Father, I come.
To tell you somethin' I done.
as the night reared it's light head
Into a sun,
We rolled down the town
where the black throats come.

And you there was a robb'ry.
was a holdup.
Ooh, was a shootout.
And was a killin'.
And there's 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'
Only a fadin' could posses.
She knew just she wanted
And she wouldn't less.

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

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

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

''cause, daddy, you showed me the of buckshot.
The love song a bullet as she whistles.
And me the glory of the self-loading pistol.

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