Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Self - Loading Pistol

Father, I come.
To you about somethin' I done.
Well as the night reared it's light
a baby's sun,
We rolled into the town
From where the 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 appetite for
Only a fadin' beauty posses.
She knew just she wanted
And she take less.

I it was a small town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a small of people around.
Oh! but he wouldn't put his down.
No, he wouldn't put his down.
Oh, he wouldn't put his 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 showed me the of the self-loading pistol.

now, father. I have come.
To tell you about I done.
He had a widow, runnin' town screamin'.
He had a brother, and his were streamin'.
Now I'm on the border
With a on my shoulder.

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

And I come to tell ya,
That it hurt no more.
No, it don't 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, your son, an outlaw.
Oh, son, he's an outlaw.
And blood feels good on my hands.
Today I a man.