Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

The old gunfighter on the porch into the sun
the days of living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were
Living was not made

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

And he can almost the weight of the gun
And it's keep your back to the sun
It's faster than or the blink of an eye
And it's a time for all men to die
And his get squinty and his fingers twitch
And he his gun at the son of a bitch

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

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

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

He I stood in that street before it was paved
Learned shoot or be before I could shave
I did it all for the money and
Noble was but feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred say, alive
And all that I learned a Colt 45

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

Now he's an old man that no one believes
Says he's a gunfighter, the last of the
And there are ghosts in the seeking revenge
him out to the lunatic fringe
Now he's out in the checking the sun
And he's 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 of a joke
So much for the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the at the turn of a joke