Luyện nghe bài hát Jericho

Boot leather on a barroom floor, over a dance hall girl
He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to
The sheriff said son, go with me
me your gun and come peacefully
I can drop you right here, or you can tell the court story

Hang me high, me low
They're gonna me in the morning
away from Jericho, all you rounders,
I give you fair

Entered my plea, called it defense,
a sober judge sittin' on the
And i stared into 24 eyes of a hard-nosed jury
They called it murder in the degree,
The said, son, stand and look at me
Hang him - and may the lord have

Thirteen steps to the high,
the whole town's out just to me die
And not one to shed a of mourning
Please you honor my last request,
when they lay me down to
Let the epitaph on my tombstone this warning