Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

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

Billy, the kid was a very young 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 maidens play and sing
A song about Billy, the boy king
How ere his young had reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his for twenty-one men

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

Now this is how Billy, the kid met his
The bright moon was shining, the hour was
Shot down by Pat who once was his friend
The young life had now come to its end

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