Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

Nobody where he came from
They only knew he 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 that he wasn't too
I judged him to be 'bout five three
And his was a soft Texas drawl

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

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

Said he would work the winter
For thirty a and his board
I started to say where he land a job
a fellow came in through the door

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

The of the little man narrowed
The smile from his face
Gone was the friendliness I had seen
And a wild look of hate its place

But the big one to mock him
And he me that I'd better go
him a couple of glasses of milk
Then Shorty would grow

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

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

His hand was positioned
Feet wide on the floor
I noticed but there on his hip
Was a short barreled forty-four

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

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

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

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

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

The little man stood there a
Then holstered the bass
It's this way so I never stay
he walked out the door

Nobody knew where he from
won't forget he came by
They forget how a forty-four gun
One night made the difference in

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