Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

The old gunfighter on the porch into the sun
Relived the days of by the gun
deadly games of pride were played
Living was mistakes not

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

And he can feel the weight of the gun
And it's always keep 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 eyes get squinty and his fingers
And he his gun at the son of a bitch

And he's hit by the smell of the black powder
And the in the street at the turn of a joke
Hit by the smell of the 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 in his chair 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
nobody's fool and the only one here

Who remembers the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
Remember the smell of the 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 and fame
was nothing but feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred say, stayin'
And all that I learned 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 of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the at the turn of a joke

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

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