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 it's gone turn him down
They're all alike at the
and grasping for all
They'll by a man when he's winning
And laugh in his face when he

My pal was an honest puncher
and upright and true
Till he to a gun shooting gambler
On account of a named Lou
They fell in evil companions
The kind are better off dead
a gambler insulted her picture
He filled him full of

Off in the long they trailed him
Through and thick 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 been rasing a son
Instead of out there on the
To die by a gun

Death's sharp sting did not
His chances for life were too
they were putting his body
Was all worried him
He his head on his elbow
The blood from his flowed red
He gazed at his gathered round him
He up at them and he said

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

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