Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

Nobody where he came from
They only knew he in
he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one of gin

Well, I could see he wasn't a large man
I tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five foot
And his voice was a Texas drawl

Said he was some wages
he could ride for the west
Said he could do most all of work
Said he could ride with the

There in his eyes was sadness
That from the need of a friend
And tho' he tried, he still couldn't
The loneliness there deep

Said he would work the winter
For a month and his board
I started to say he might land a job
When a fellow came in the door

And I tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty by himself
down and wait on a man

The eyes of the little man
The smile disappeared his face
was the friendliness that I had seen
And a wild look of hate took its

But the big one to mock him
And he told me that I'd go
Find him a couple of of milk
Then maybe Shorty grow

When the little man spoke, there was
He made sure that heard
Slowly he stepped from the bar
And I still remember words

Oh, it's plain that lookin' for trouble
Trouble's what I try to
If that's what you want, then what you'll get
cowboy, we're both packin' guns

His was already positioned
wide apart on the floor
I noticed but there on his hip
Was a short bass forty-four

It was plain, he was ready and
He leaned a bit and said
"When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my
Maybe rather be dead"

In the room was a terrible
As the big one out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the of the clock
Said death would wait ten more

He cussed or twice in a whisper
And he said with a snarl on his
Nobody's Mister to me, man
And he for the gun on his hips

But the man's hands was like lightning
The forty-four was the same
The forty-four spoke and it sent and smoke
And inches of flame

For the big one had never leather
Beaten he could start
A little round had appeared on his shirt
The bullet clear through his heart

The little man stood a moment
Then holstered the bass
It's always this way so I stay
Slowly he walked out the

knew where he came from
They won't he came by
They forget how a forty-four gun
One night the difference in size

As for me, remember the sadness
in the eyes of the man
If we someday, you can bet I would say
it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend