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 to the poor, he'd a hand and a heart, and a brain

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

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

Well, was a man, a friend to the poor
He'd rob a mother or a child
never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take Jesse when alive

Well, had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now, were brave
Well, dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid 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 many miles away, it was those Frank and Jesse James"

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

Now, the held their breath
they heard of Jesse's death
They how he'd ever come to fall

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

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

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