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

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

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

Said he work through 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 he came stompin' in
He told me to Shorty there by himself
Come down and on a man

The of the little man narrowed
The disappeared from his face
was the friendliness that I had seen
And a wild of hate took its place

But the big one continued to him
And he told me I'd better go
Find him a couple of glasses of
Then maybe Shorty would

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

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

His hand was positioned
Feet wide apart on the
I hadn't noticed but 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
you'd rather be dead"

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

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

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

For the big one had cleared leather
Beaten before he start
A little hole had appeared on his shirt
The bullet went clear through his

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

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

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