Luyện nghe bài hát Camerado

See cloud across the sun
Ain't too many left to run
There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would

They are off the plane
I hate to hear the whistle of the
Next thing you know they'll your pistol and your tobacco

Got a piece of forty-four on in my chest
Out on the mesa I will rest
If you could hand me down whiskey from my saddle roll

Now the light is in the sky
That gonna bother you or I
Seen enough a dying to know almost all there is to