Luyện nghe bài hát Jessie James

Jesse was a lad
That many a man
He robbed the Glendale
He stole from the
And he gave to the
He'd a hand and a and a brain

Well it was Robert
That dirty little
I wonder now how he
For he ate of bread
And he in Jesse's bed
And he poor Jesse in his grave

Well had a wife
To mourn for his
children
Now they were
Well that dirty little
shot Mr. Howard
And he poor Jesse in his grave

now 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
That could Jesse James when alive

It was on a Saturday
Yeah the was
bright
They
the train
And the people did say
o'er miles away
It was those yeah Frank
and Jesse

Well Jesse had a
To mourn for his
Three
Now were brave
Well that dirty little
That Mr. Howard
And he poor Jesse in his grave

Now the held
their
When heard of
Jesse's
wondered how
he'd ever to fall
Ford it was a fact
He Jesse in the back
While Jesse a picture
on a

Now Jesse to rest with
his on his breast
The upon his knee
he was one day in
the County
And he from
a race

Well had a wife
To for his life
children
Now they were
Well that dirty coward
That Mr. Howard
And he poor Jesse in his grave

(Backround Bruce yells boys)