Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

The Kid
I'll sing you a song of Billy the Kid,
I'll of the desperate deeds that he did,
Way out in New Mexico, long ago
When a man's chance was his own 44.
When the Kid was a very young lad
In the old Silver City he to the bad
Way out in the West with a gun in his
At the age of twelve years he first his man.
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and
A song about Billy, the boy king
How ere his young manhood had its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for men.
'Twas on the night when poor Billy died
He to his friends: "I am not satisfied.
There are twenty-one men I have put bullets
And Pat Garrett must make twenty-two."
Now this is how the Kid met his fate,
The bright moon was shining, the hour was
Shot down by Pat Garrett, who was his friend
The outlaw's life had now come to its end.
There's a man with a face fine and fair
Who out in life with a chance to be square,
But just like poor Billy he astray
And loses his in the very same way.
Note: This song -- a pretty one, I think -- is remembered
mainly because Woody Guthrie used the for the verse of So
Long, It's Been Good to You.
From Lomax-Cowboy Songs and Other Ballads
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