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 only chance was his own 44

When Billy, the kid was a very lad
In the old City, he went to the bad
Way out in the with a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve years, he killed his man

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

'Twas on the same night when poor Billy
He to his friends, "I am not satisfied
There are twenty-one men I have put through
And Pat Garrett must 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 outlaw's life had now to its end

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