Luyện nghe bài hát Billy Gray

Billy Gray rode Gantry back in '83
There he did meet young Sarah
The wild rose of morning pale flower of dawning
of springtime in his young life that day

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

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

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

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

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

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