Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

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

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

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

Now is how Billy, the kid met his fate
The moon was shining, the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who was his friend
The outlaw's life had now come to its end

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