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 when its gone turn him down
all alike at the bottom 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 honest young puncher and upright and true
Till he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a named Lou
They fell in with evil companions the kind they are off dead
When a gambler insulted her picture he him full of lead
All through the long night trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral
I help 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 chances for life 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
Bury me out on the prairie the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the prairie but from them my bones please
Wrap me up in a blanket bury me in the ground
Cover me the boulders of granite big and round
We buried him on the prairie where the can howl o'er his grave
His is now aresting from the unkind cut she gave
And many another puncher as he rides past the pile of stones
some similar woman and think of his moldering bones