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

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