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 selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an young puncher honest and upright 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 insulted her picture he filled him of lead
All through the long night they trailed him through mesquite and 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 sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim
they were putting his body was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow the blood from his wound red
He gazed at his gathered round him he looked up at them and he said
Bury me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er my
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 big and round
We buried him on the where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
His soul is now aresting the unkind cut she gave
And many another young puncher as he rides the pile of stones
some similar woman and think of his moldering bones