Luyện nghe bài hát Lillies Grow High

Boots and Stetson and six guns and the lilies high
They grow for a man with a hand who before his time must die
They grow in the trail he has traveled a trail well spattered with
They weep for the graves of the men they weep for the men now dead

He rides along no friends but only the lilies growin' high
All men seem to fear him not one will go near him and he the reason why
His name and fame spread before him a carpet of death and he knows
One day he'll be slow on the draw and for him a lily will grow

A woman may love him though she knows soon him the lilies growin' high
Then the lily she'll bow down her head bow down her poor head and cry
On some boothill they will lay him and a headboard sway in the wind
The lily will nod and gently for another gunman's end

Boots and Stetson and six guns and the lilies high
and the grow high