Luyện nghe bài hát I've Got No Use For The Women

I've got no use for the a true one may seldom be found
They'll use a man for his money when its gone they'll him down
They're all at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest and upright and
Till he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a girl Lou
They fell in with evil companions the kind they are off dead
When a gambler her picture he filled him full of lead
All through the night they trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral
I couldn't think of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall
If she'd been the pal that she should have he have been rising a son
Instead of out there in the prairie to die by a gun
Death's sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body was all worried him
He lifted his head on his the blood from his wound flowed red
He gazed at his friends gathered round him he up at them and he said
Bury me out on the prairie the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
me out on the prairie but from them my bones please save
Wrap me up in a blanket me deep in the ground
me over the boulders of granite big and round
We buried him on the prairie where the can howl o'er his grave
His soul is now aresting the unkind cut she gave
And many young puncher as he rides past the pile of stones
Recalls similar woman and think of his moldering bones