Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Use For The Women

I've got no use for the
A true one may seldom be
They'll use a man for his
When it's gone they'll turn him
They're all at the bottom
and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man he's 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 account of a girl Lou
They in with evil companions
The kind that are off dead
When a gambler her picture
He filled him full of

Off in the long night they him
Through misquete and chapperal
I couldn't help think of that
As I saw him and fall
If she'd been the pal she should have
He have been rasing a son
Instead of out on the prairie
To die by a gun

Death's sharp did not trouble
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 them and he

me out on the prairie
Where the can howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the
But them, my bones please save
me up in a blanket
Bury me in the ground
Cover me with boulders
Of granite, big and

We buried him out on the
Where the coyotes can howl his grave
His is now a-resting
Fron the cut she gave
And many another young
As he rides the pile of stones
Recalls similar woman
And of his moulderin' bones