Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Use For The Women

I've got no use for the
A true one may be found
They'll use a man for his
When it's they'll turn him down
all alike at the bottom
Selfish and for all
They'll stay by a man when winning
And laugh in his face when he

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

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

sharp sting did not trouble
His for life were too slim
Where they were putting his
Was all worried him
He his head on his elbow
The blood from his flowed red
He gazed at his friends round him
He looked up at and he said

me out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl my grave
Bury me out on the
But from them, my bones save
Wrap me up in a
Bury me in the ground
Cover me with boulders
Of granite, big and

We him out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl o'er his
His soul is now
Fron the cut she gave
And another young puncher
As he rides past the pile of
some similar woman
And thinks of his bones