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 selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher and upright and true
he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou
They fell in with evil companions the kind they are better off
a gambler insulted her picture he filled him full of lead
All through the long night trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral
I couldn't think of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall
If she'd the pal that she should have he might have been rising a son
of out there in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life were too
they were putting his body was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow the from his wound flowed red
He gazed at his friends gathered round him he up at them and he said
me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the but from them my bones please save
Wrap me up in a blanket bury me deep in the
Cover me over the boulders of big and round
We buried him on the where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
His soul is now aresting from the unkind cut she
And many another puncher as he rides past the pile of stones
Recalls some woman and think of his moldering bones