Luyện nghe bài hát Billy the Kid

In the part of Texas, east and west of EL Paso
the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico
There's a new widow crying and a hearse a rolling slow
I guess that Devil's this way again

a lathered Sorrel Stallion running threw the Joshua trees
And a man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze
He's got a six gun on his hip and a rifle at his knees
And he's dealing in a game he can't win

Poor Billy Bonny, you're only one
Pat Garrett's got name on every bullet in his gun
Each you carved on your six gun
Has a tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of

Them fancy clothes your wearing and the in your bed
Can't take the faces of the men that you've left dead
As you ride across the bad lands a price upon your head
And now the wheel of fortune starts to

You're reputation's till it's the biggest in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left who to call your hand
And I guess you'll go down shooting and all branded men
When you shake with the Devil you get burned

Poor Billy Bonny, you're twenty one
Pat Garrett's got name on every bullet in his gun
notch you carved on your six gun
Has a bloody to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a outside of Hell