Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Shorty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the man spoke, there was stillness
He made that everyone heard
Slowly he away from the bar
And I remember these words

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

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

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

In the room was a terrible
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 said with a on his lips
Nobody's to me, little man
And he grabbed for the gun on his

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

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

The little man there a moment
Then the bass forty-four
It's always this way so I stay
Slowly he walked out the

knew where he came from
They won't forget he by
won't forget how a forty-four gun
One night the difference in size

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