Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bart

A man appeared Wells Fargo
Wells stage driver man
Wearing white linen
And a dust flour sack his head

a double barreled shotgun
At the driver and him to halt
Please down the box sir
And please I don't need your money or pearls

They call him Black P08
The bandit poetry man
Leaving his poem,
Like a on his own, all on his own
The road he

Rise Black Bart, rise I'm
your spirit out
Dust off your hat and
There are boxes out there your name and mark

The has been cold and lonely
The road has been out of good
Let's up some dust
We'll be the box like before, just like before
And a poem

For and for riches
I've long and hard for the bread
But on my too long you tread
You fine haired sons of

A man appeared Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage man
Wearing long linen
And a flour sack over his head

They call him Black P08
The bandit poetry man
his poem, disappeared
Like a on his own, all on his own
The he owns

For and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the
But on my corns too long you
You fine sons of bitches