Luyện nghe bài hát Lillies Grow High

Boots and Stetson and six guns and the lilies grow
They for a man with a gunslingin' hand who before his time must die
They grow in the trail he has traveled a trail well with lead
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 to fear him not one will go near him and he knows the reason why
His name and fame spread before him like a carpet of death and he
One day he'll be on the draw and then for him a lily will grow

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

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