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 they'll turn him down
They're all at the bottom 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 honest and and true
Till he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a 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 that 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 his chances for life were too slim
they were putting his body was all that worried him
He his head on his elbow the blood from his wound flowed red
He gazed at his friends gathered him he looked up at them and he said
Bury me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl my grave
Bury me out on the prairie but them my bones please save
Wrap me up in a blanket bury me in the ground
Cover me over the boulders of granite big and
We buried him on the prairie where the coyotes can o'er his grave
His is now aresting from the unkind cut she gave
And many another young puncher as he rides past the pile of
Recalls some similar woman and think of his moldering