Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Self - Loading Pistol

Father, I come.
To tell you about I done.
Well as the night reared it's head
a baby's sun,
We down into the town
From where the 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.
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 knew what 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 put his guns down.
No, he wouldn't put his down.
Oh, he wouldn't put his down.
Now his on my hands.
Today I a man.

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

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