Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Use For The Women

I've got no use for the
A true one may seldom be
use a man for his money
When gone they'll turn him down
They're all at the bottom
and grasping for all
They'll by a man when he's winning
And in his face when he falls

My pal was an young puncher
Honest and and true
Till he turned to a gun shooting
On of a girl named Lou
They fell in with companions
The kind that are better off
When a insulted her picture
He him full of lead

Off in the long night trailed him
misquete and thick chapperal
I couldn't think of that woman
As I saw him pitch and
If she'd been the pal that she should
He might been rasing a son
Instead of out there on the
To die by a gun

Death's sharp sting did not
His for life were too slim
Where they were his body
Was all that him
He lifted his head on his
The blood from his flowed red
He at his friends gathered round him
He looked up at and he said

me out on the prairie
Where the can howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the
But from them, my please save
Wrap me up in a
Bury me deep in the
Cover me over boulders
Of granite, big and

We him out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can o'er his grave
His soul is now
Fron the unkind cut she
And many another puncher
As he rides the pile of stones
Recalls some similar
And thinks of his bones