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 games of were played
Living was not made

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

And he can almost the weight of the gun
And it's always your back to the sun
It's faster 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 his gun at the son of a bitch

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

Now the of a bullet is only 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 are dust and the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink and him an ear
He's nobody's fool and the one here

Who the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the 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 said I in that street before it was paved
Learned shoot or be shot I could shave
I did it all for the and fame
Noble was nothing but feeling no
And nothing was sacred say, alive
And all that I from a Colt 45

Was to curse the smell of the powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a
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 no one believes
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 he's by a car as he goes 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 smell of the black powder
And the stand in the street at the of a joke