Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of the desperate that he did
Way out in New Mexico, long ago
When a only chance was his own 44

When Billy, the kid was a young lad
In the old Silver City, he to the bad
Way out in the with a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve years, he first his man

Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
A song about Billy, the boy bandit
How ere his young had reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for men

'Twas on the night when poor Billy died
He said to his friends, "I am not
are twenty-one men I have put bullets through
And sheriff Pat Garrett make twenty-two"

Now this is how Billy, the kid met his
The moon was shining, the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his
The outlaw's life had now come to its end

There's many a man with a fine and fair
Who starts out in life with a chance to be
But just like poor Billy, he astray
And loses his in the very same way