Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

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

Billy, the kid was a very 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

Fair Mexican maidens play and sing
A song Billy, the boy bandit king
How ere his young had reached its sad end
a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men

'Twas on the 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 must twenty-two"

Now this is how Billy, the kid met his
The bright 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 a man with a face fine and fair
Who starts out in life with a chance to be
But like poor Billy, he wanders astray
And loses his in the very same way