Luyện nghe bài hát Jesse James

Jesse James was a lad that killed a man
He robbed the Glendale train, he stole the rich
And he gave to the poor, he'd a and a heart, and a brain

Well, it was Robert Ford that little coward
I wonder now how he for he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept on Jesse's bed, and he poor Jesse in his grave

Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his
Three children now, were brave
Well, that dirty little coward shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his

Well, was a man, a friend to the poor
never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man the law in his hand
That could take Jesse James alive

Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his
Three children now, they brave
Well, dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He poor Jesse in his grave

It was on a Saturday night, the moon was shining bright
They robbed the train and people they did say
"O'er miles away, it was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James"

Well, Jesse had a wife to for his life
Three children now, were brave
Well, that dirty little coward that Mr. Howard
He poor Jesse in his grave

Now, the people their breath
When heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he'd ever come to

Robert Ford it's a
He Jesse in the back
While Jesse a picture on the wall

Jesse went to rest with his on his breast
The devil his knee, he was born one day
In the County Clay and he came from a solitary

Well, Jesse had a to mourn for his life
Three children now, they were
Well, that dirty little coward that Mr. Howard
He laid poor in his grave