Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of the desperate deeds he did
Way out in New Mexico, long ago
a man's 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 West with a gun in his
At the age of years, he first killed his man

Fair Mexican maidens play 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 poor Billy died
He said to his friends, "I am not
There are twenty-one men I put bullets through
And Pat Garrett must make 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 outlaw's life had now to its end

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