Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

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

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

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

And hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
Hit by the smell of the powder smoke
And the stand in the 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 blood's all
And the are dust 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 powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke
Remember the of the black powder smoke
And the in the street at the turn of a joke

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

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

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

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