Luyện nghe bài hát Jesse James

Jesse James was a lad that killed a man
He robbed the Glendale train, he from the rich
And he gave to the poor, a hand 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 on Jesse's bed, and he laid poor Jesse in his grave

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

Well, Jesse was a man, a to the poor
He'd never rob a mother or a
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 now, they were brave
Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr.
He poor Jesse in his grave

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

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

Now, the people held breath
When they heard of death
They wondered how he'd come to fall

Ford it's a fact
He shot in the back
While hung a picture on the wall

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

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