Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

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

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

And he can almost the weight of the gun
And always keep your back to the sun
It's faster than snakes or the of an eye
And it's a time for all 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 at the turn of a joke
Hit by the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the street at the turn of a

Now the burn of a bullet is only a
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 dust and the whiskey's
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 in the street 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 or be shot before I could shave
I did it all for the money and
Noble was but feeling no shame
And nothing was say, stayin' alive
And all that I learned from a 45

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

Now he's just an old man that no one
Says a gunfighter, the last 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 powder
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
So much for the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the street at the turn of a