Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

The old gunfighter on the porch stared the sun
Relived the of living by the gun
When deadly games of were played
Living was mistakes not

And the thought of the of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the at the turn of a joke

And he can feel the weight of the gun
And always keep your back to the sun
faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
And it's a for all slow men to die
And his eyes get squinty and his twitch
And he empties his gun at the son of a

And he's hit by the smell of the black smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke
Hit by the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the street at the turn of a

Now the of a bullet is only a scar
And he's back in his in front of the bar
And the streets are and the blood's all dried
And the dead are and the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink and him an ear
He's nobody's fool and the one here

Who remembers the smell of the powder smoke
And the in the street at the turn of a joke
Remember the smell of the powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a

He said I stood in that street it was paved
shoot or be shot before I could shave
I did it all for the and fame
Noble was nothing but feeling no
And nothing was sacred say, stayin'
And all I learned from a Colt 45

Was to curse the of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the at the turn of a joke
Curse the smell of the black smoke
And the in the street at the turn of a joke

Now he's just an old man no one believes
Says he's a gunfighter, the of the breed
And there are ghosts in the street seeking
him out to the lunatic fringe
Now out in the traffic checking the sun
And killed by a car as he goes for his gun

So much for the smell of the black smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
So much for the smell of the powder smoke
And the in the street at the turn of a joke