Luyện nghe bài hát Last Gunfighter Ballad

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

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

And he can almost the weight of the gun
And it's always keep 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 and his fingers twitch
And he empties his gun at the son of a

And he's hit by the smell of the powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
Hit by the of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke

Now the of a bullet is only a scar
And back in his chair in front of the bar
And the streets are empty and the 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 the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke
Remember the smell of the black smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a

He said I stood in 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 was sacred say, stayin' alive
And all that I from a Colt 45

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

Now he's just an old man no one believes
Says a gunfighter, the last of the breed
And there are ghosts in the street seeking
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 black smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
So much for the of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the of a joke