Luyện nghe bài hát Sacagawea's Son

You I'm walking down the street,
Just to make ends meet.
For so time I've tried to find
To finally just It's true,
I'm the one a fool.
But I will pick a fight you
In a avenues.
So me at noon,
the devil's scorching sun.
Yes, I am the buffoon,
But still you better bring gun.

Son
Sacagawea,

Son

Sixshooter in my
With the that I was dealt
I could be bluffing, but there's nothing
That stand in my way
'Cause, I could draw a
And in a derelict
I can enjoy the trip.
a woman's slip
Before by her dress,
The master's
Without his slave have nothing to suppress.

Son
Sacagawea, Son

Just do you want,
And you can do it flaunt.
Think you can't the price,
But if only you expand mind,
You'll that no one really minds.
That though the boss say,
There's more just one way,
For you to pay
The price of your well-earned
And be the day!
Say all the mice, whose vices astrology.

Son
Sacagawea, Son

So me at noon
Beneath the sun
Yes, I am the
But you better bring your guns.

Son
Sacagawea, Son