Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bart

A man before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's driver man
Wearing white linen
And a dust flour over his head

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

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

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

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

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

A man before Wells Fargo
Wells stage driver man
Wearing long white
And a dust flour sack his head

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

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