Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bart

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

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

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

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

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

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

A man appeared before Wells
Wells stage driver man
long white linen
And a dust flour sack over his

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

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