Luyện nghe bài hát Son of a Gun

He laid face
In the desert
a sixgun
In his
And me & Maria went to him die.
Suddenly the raised and
Help me now, or I you dead!.
- I got an in my back
And it as hell!!

So we jumped on down in the sand
helping this gunfighting man
He was sixfeet tall'n'four wide
And the wagon tipped side to side
into the red, red sun
Poor mule he hardly run
I my head to Maria
And she turned her head to
And we knew...
What he was to do
He was going to
His whole way
And his name was on the
- And he was son of a gun!!

As we driving into town
We saw these posters all
There was a big reward upon his
- the marshall wanted to see
him dead...
As we talked about this man
We saw the in his hand:
Now I want to see you run!
To the of my gun!!
And we knew...

Well I was saved & I was
Thanks to my old hat®
It through the top
Only leaving a
It was by an indian bud
Who did not now he was hot
on the posters everywhere...

So I took one step
And my hat
And looked him in his
Aom shit he was me the
lies
I had no time to get
I was in the USA
C'mon Maria, get out of his war...

And we knew...

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And we knew...

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