Luyện nghe bài hát Billy Gray

Billy Gray rode into back in '83
he did meet young Sarah McCray
The rose of morning that pale flower of dawning
Herald of springtime in his young that day

Sarah, she could not see the of reality
In her young eyes, bore not a flaw
Knowing not her chosen one was a gun
Wanted in Kansas by the law

one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands
That lie to the of New Mexico
He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Bill
A ruthless man and a dangerous

Well, the deadly news came to Billy, fast sleepin'
There in the Clarendon Bar and
He fled the old church, there on the outskirts
Thinking he'd climb that old bell

But a rifle ball came flying down he lay dying
There in the dust of the where he fell
Sarah, she ran to him the lawman
Accepting no reason knowing he was

Sarah in that same old white frame house
Where she first met some forty years ago
And the wild rose of morning has
With the of each day of
Sorrow the long have sown

on a stone
where the dusty winds long blown
words to a passing world say:
"True knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason
Justice is cold as the Granger clay"