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 to glory
The sheriff son, better go with me
Give me your gun and peacefully
I can you right here, or you can tell the court your story

Hang me high, me low
They're hang me in the morning
Stay away Jericho, all you rounders,
I give you warning

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

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