Luyện nghe bài hát Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true of Billy 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 with a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve years, he killed his man

Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and
A song Billy, the boy bandit king
How ere his manhood had reached its sad end
a notch on his pistol for twenty-one 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 sheriff Pat must make twenty-two"

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

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