Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

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

When Billy, the kid was a very lad
In the old City, he went 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 play guitars and sing
A song Billy, the boy bandit king
How ere his manhood had reached its sad end
He'd a on his pistol for twenty-one men

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

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

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