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 they'll turn him down
They're all alike at the 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 puncher honest and upright and true
Till he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a named Lou
They fell in with companions the kind they are better off dead
When a gambler insulted her picture he filled him of lead
All through the long night trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral
I couldn't help of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall
If been the pal that she should have he might have been rising a son
Instead of out there in the to die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life too slim
Where they were his body was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow the blood from his wound red
He gazed at his friends gathered round him he up at them and he said
Bury me out on the where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the prairie but from them my bones please
Wrap me up in a blanket bury me deep in the
Cover me the boulders of granite big and round
We buried him on the where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
His is now aresting from the unkind cut she gave
And many another puncher as he rides past the pile of stones
Recalls some similar and think of his moldering bones