Luyện nghe bài hát One hour ahead of the posse

One hour of the posse
the bloodhounds are hot on my
last I shot my sweetheart
this I broke out of jail

my is tired and hungry
and I'm weary and warm
we ahead of the posse
and we got to keep on

the sherrif he would get me
riding with 20 and 5
but I'm not of that posse
never will get me alive

One hour ahead of the
no turning to left or to
we win the race to the river
or there'll be a hanging

one hour of the posse
no for remorse or regret
but somehow her still haunt me
her laughter is me yet

it the night that we might
she kissed me and she would care
I traded the gold in
to the curls in her hair

she lied she told me she loved me
she lied each kiss that she gave
she lied to the moment I her
and now she lies still in her

on hour of the posse
the is a-coming on fast
we win the race to the rio
and well shake that old posse at

we're nearing the end of our
and now I'm of my goal
at last we've beaten the
- gun -
may the Lord have mercy on my