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

I've got no use for the women a true one may seldom be
They'll use a man for his money when its gone they'll him down
They're all alike at the bottom and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an young puncher honest and upright and true
Till he turned to a gambler on account of a girl named Lou
They fell in with evil companions the kind they are better off
When a gambler insulted her picture he filled him full of
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
Instead of out there in the to die by a ranger's 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 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
me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the prairie but them my bones please save
Wrap me up in a bury me deep in the ground
Cover me over the boulders of granite big and
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 another puncher as he rides past the pile of stones
some similar woman and think of his moldering bones