Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

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

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

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

There in his blue was sadness
That comes the need of a friend
And tho' he tried, he still hide
The there deep within

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

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

The eyes of the man narrowed
The smile disappeared his face
Gone was the friendliness I had seen
And a wild of hate took its place

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

When the man spoke, there was stillness
He made sure that everyone
he stepped away from the bar
And I still these words

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

His was already positioned
Feet wide on the floor
I hadn't noticed but on his hip
Was a short barreled forty-four

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

In the room was a silence
As the big one stepped out on the
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the
Said death would wait ten more

He cussed once or in a whisper
And he said with a snarl on his
Nobody's to me, little man
And he grabbed for the gun on his

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

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

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

Nobody knew he came from
won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a gun
One made the difference in size

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