Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

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

And the of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black 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 your back to the sun
It's faster than or the blink of an eye
And a time for all slow men to die
And his eyes get and his fingers twitch
And he empties his gun at the son of a

And he's hit by the smell of the black powder
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
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 a scar
And he's back in his in front of the bar
And the are empty 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 and the only one here

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

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

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

Now he's just an old man that no one
Says he's a gunfighter, the of the breed
And are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
Calling him out to the fringe
Now out in the traffic 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 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 turn of a