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 its gone they'll turn him down
They're all at the bottom 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 honest and and true
he turned 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 gambler her picture he filled him full of lead
All through the long night they 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
Instead of out in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for were too slim
Where were putting his body was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow the blood 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
me up in a blanket bury me deep in the ground
Cover me the boulders of granite big and round
We buried him on the prairie the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
His soul is now from the unkind cut she gave
And many another young puncher as he rides the pile of stones
Recalls similar woman and think of his moldering bones