Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

Nobody knew where he from
They only he came in
Slowly he 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 three
And his voice was a soft drawl

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

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

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

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

The eyes of the little man
The smile from his face
Gone was the friendliness that I had
And a look of hate took its place

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

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

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

His hand was positioned
Feet apart on the floor
I hadn't noticed but on his hip
Was a short bass 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 was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the
All stopped and the tick of the clock
Said would wait ten seconds more

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

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

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

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

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

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