Luyện nghe bài hát Livin in the West

(1)John Harding shot a man for snoring, killed him in the bed right where he lay,
Took a snort of whisky and went back to his sleepin, Rode out they found him the next day,
(2)Now the brothers Frank and Jesse, No-one could be fearsome,
They robbed the trains and in the outlaw gangs,
The civil war was over but still they for Dixie,
And legend has their name to be James.

Livin in the west must have been the best, Must have been the time of all.
Me I lived in the and I was bored to say the least
But I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms brawls

(3)Little William Bonney, the Kid they called him, Had to use a six-gun to survive,
He bit the dust at but he left a reputation, A notch for every year he was alive

(4)Now the frontier days are over for William Frank and Jesse, And a thousand other bad of their day,
But they still live on in stories and I hope live forever,And to sum it up here is all that I want to say (Chorus)