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 him home to glory
The sheriff said son, better go 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 hang me in the
Stay away Jericho, all you rounders,
I give you fair

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

Thirteen to the scaffold high,
the town's out just to watch me die
And not one to shed a tear of
Please would you honor my request,
they lay me down to rest
Let the epitaph on my read this warning