Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Self - Loading Pistol

Father, I come.
To you about somethin' I done.
Well as the reared it's light head
Into a sun,
We rolled into the town
From 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.
Today I a man.

now, sister, you know me well.
And you ask me well, how it was I felt.
Well, she had an appetite for
Only a beauty could posses.
She just what 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 wouldn't put his down.
Oh, he put his guns down.
Now his on my hands.
I killed a man.

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

now, father. I have come.
To tell you about I done.
He had a widow, runnin' through 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 song a bullet as she whistles.
And showed me the of the self-loading pistol.

And I just come to ya,
That it don't 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, your son, an outlaw.
And blood feels good on my hands.
Today I a man.