Luyện nghe bài hát Hang `em High

Somewhere, he it in a turn
Now seems to fit him like a glove
First come, served, he's serving it back
He travels light, without a pack, love

He comes from and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin', yes headed for the moon
And 'em high

Leather 'cross his
out the night, his cap hides his eyes
One eye on the road, upon his head
One ear to the ground, he's listening to the

He comes nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hangin', yes he's for the moon
And hang 'em

to himself and he's laughing up his scheme
Looking in anger, the city is relieved
Vision of light, of the night passing by

Blind to himself and he's up his scheme
Looking back in anger, the city is
Vision of light, of the night passing by

Leather 'cross his
Blasting out the night, his cap his eyes
One eye on the road, price his head
One ear to the ground, he's to the dead

He comes from nowhere and he on his own
Late for the hangin', yes he's for the moon
And hang 'em