Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

The old gunfighter on the stared into the sun
the days of living by the gun
When deadly games of pride played
Living was mistakes not

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 black smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke

And he can feel the weight of the gun
And it's always keep your 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 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 black 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 dust and the whiskey's
So buy him a and lend him an ear
He's nobody's and the only one here

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

He I stood in that street before it was paved
Learned shoot or be shot I could shave
I did it all for the money and
Noble was but feeling no shame
And was sacred say, stayin' alive
And all I learned from a Colt 45

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