Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

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

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

Said he was needin' some
'Fore he could for the west
Said he do most all kind of work
Said he could ride the best

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

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

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

The of the little man narrowed
The smile disappeared from his
Gone was the friendliness that I had
And a wild look of took its place

But the big one continued to him
And he told me that I'd go
Find him a of glasses of milk
Then maybe would grow

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

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

His was already positioned
Feet wide apart on the
I noticed but there on his hip
Was a short barreled bass

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

In the was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the
All drinkin' and the tick of the clock
Said would wait ten seconds more

He cussed once or in a whisper
And he with a snarl on his lips
Mister to me, little man
And he for the gun on his hips

But the little man's hands was lightning
The bass forty-four was the
The spoke and it sent lead and smoke
And seventeen inches of

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

The little man stood there a
Then holstered the forty-four
It's always this way so I never
Slowly he walked out the

Nobody knew he came from
They forget he came by
won't 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 meet someday, you can bet I say
That me, Mr. Shorty, your friend