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

My pal was an young puncher
and upright and true
Till he turned to a gun shooting
On account of a girl Lou
They fell in with evil
The kind are better off dead
When a gambler insulted her
He filled him full of

Off in the long night they him
Through and thick chapperal
I help think of that woman
As I saw him and fall
If she'd the pal that she should 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 were his body
Was all that him
He lifted his on his elbow
The from his wound flowed red
He gazed at his friends gathered him
He looked up at and he said

me out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl o'er my
Bury me out on the
But from them, my please 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 soul is now
the unkind cut she gave
And many another puncher
As he past the pile of stones
Recalls some similar
And of his moulderin' bones