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 turn him down
all alike 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 young puncher honest and upright and true
Till he to a gunshooting 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 of lead
All through the long night they trailed him through and thick chaparral
I couldn't think of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall
If she'd been the pal that she should have he 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 were too
they were putting his body was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow the blood from his wound red
He at his friends gathered round 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 from my bones please save
me up in a blanket bury me deep in the ground
Cover me over the of granite big and round
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 woman and think of his moldering bones