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 stay by a man he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher and upright and true
he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou
They fell in with companions the kind they are better off dead
When a gambler insulted her picture he him full of lead
All through the long night they trailed him through mesquite and 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
of out there in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his for life were too slim
Where were putting his body was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his the blood from his wound flowed red
He gazed at his friends gathered round him he looked up at them and he
Bury me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl my grave
Bury me out on the prairie but them my bones please save
Wrap me up in a blanket 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 aresting from the cut she gave
And many another young puncher as he rides the pile of stones
Recalls similar woman and think of his moldering bones