Luyện nghe bài hát Lillies Grow High

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

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

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

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