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
a man's only chance was his own 44.
When Billy the Kid was a young lad
In the old Silver he went to the bad
Way out in the West a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve he first killed his man.
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and
A about Billy, the boy bandit king
How ere his young manhood had its sad end
a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men.
'Twas on the same when poor Billy died
He to his friends: "I am not satisfied.
There are twenty-one men I have put bullets
And sheriff Pat Garrett make twenty-two."
Now is how Billy the Kid met his fate,
The moon was shining, the hour was late
Shot by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend
The outlaw's life had now come to its end.
There's many a man with a fine and fair
Who out in life with a chance to be square,
But just like Billy he wanders astray
And loses his life in the same way.
Note: This song -- a pretty good one, I think -- is
mainly because Woody Guthrie used the for the verse of So
Long, It's Been to Know You.
From Songs and Other Frontier Ballads
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