Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Use For The Women

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

My pal was an young puncher
Honest and upright and
he turned to a gun shooting gambler
On of a girl named Lou
They fell in evil companions
The kind that are off dead
a gambler insulted her picture
He him full of lead

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

Death's sharp sting did not
His chances for were too slim
Where they putting his body
Was all worried him
He lifted his head on his
The blood from his wound red
He gazed at his gathered round him
He looked up at them and he

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

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