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 they'll turn him down
They're all at the bottom
and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man he's winning
And laugh in his face he falls

My pal was an honest puncher
Honest and upright and
Till he to a gun shooting gambler
On of a girl named Lou
They fell in with evil
The that are better off dead
When a gambler her picture
He filled him full of

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

Death's sharp did not trouble
His chances for were too slim
Where were putting his body
Was all worried him
He lifted his on his elbow
The from his wound flowed red
He gazed at his friends gathered him
He up at them and he said

me out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can 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
me over with boulders
Of granite, big and

We him out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl o'er his
His is now a-resting
Fron the cut she gave
And many another puncher
As he rides the pile of stones
Recalls some similar
And thinks of his moulderin'