Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of some desperate deeds he did
out in New Mexico long long ago
When a man's only chance was his own
When the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he to the bad
'Way out in the West with a gun in his
At the age of years he did kill his first man

There's Mexican maidens guitars and sing
Songs about Billy, their boy king
'Ere his manhood has reached his sad end
With a notch an his pistol for one men
Was on a sad night when Billy died
He to his friend, "I'm not satisfied
There's twenty one men I put bullets through
Sheriff Pat Garrett must twenty two!"

I'll sing you how the Kid met his fate
The bright moon was shinin', the hour was
Shot by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
The young outlaw's is now come to an end
There's many a man with a face fine and
Who out in life with a chance to be square
Just like poor Billy they wander
lose their lives in the very same way