Luyện nghe bài hát I Got No Use For The Women

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

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

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

Death's sharp sting did not
His chances for 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 gathered round him
He up at them and he said

Bury me out on the
Where the coyotes can howl 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 over with
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 another young puncher
As he rides past the pile of
some similar woman
And thinks of his bones