Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bart

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

a double barreled shotgun
At the driver and forced him to
Please throw the box sir
And madame I don't need your money or pearls

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

Black Bart, rise I'm calling
Calling your out
off your hat and hatchet
There are boxes out there with name and mark

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

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

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

They call him Bart P08
The highway bandit man
Leaving his poem,
a ghost on his own, all on his own
The he owns

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