Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true song of the Kid
I'll sing of the deeds that he did
Way out in New Mexico, long ago
When a man's only 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 West with a gun in his
At the age of twelve years, he first his man

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

'Twas on the same 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 must twenty-two"

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

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