Luyện nghe bài hát I've Got No Use For The Women

I've got no use for the women a one may seldom be found
They'll use a man for his when its gone they'll turn him down
They're all alike at the bottom selfish and for all
They'll by a man when he's 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 off dead
When a gambler insulted her he filled him full of lead
All the long night they trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral
I couldn't help think of that woman as I saw him pitch and
If she'd been the pal that she should have he might have rising a son
Instead of out there in the prairie to die by a gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body was all worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow the blood his wound flowed red
He gazed at his gathered round him he looked 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 but from them my bones please save
Wrap me up in a blanket bury me deep in the
Cover me over the boulders of granite big and
We buried him on the where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
His soul is now aresting from the cut she gave
And many another young puncher as he past the pile of stones
Recalls some similar and think of his moldering bones