Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

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

And the thought of the smell of the black smoke
And the stand in the at the turn 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 always keep back to the sun
It's faster than or the blink of an eye
And it's a for all slow 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 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 in his chair in front of the bar
And the streets are empty and the blood's all
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 the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke
Remember the smell of the powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke

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

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

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

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