Luyện nghe bài hát Son of a Gun

He laid face
In the sand
Clutching a
In his
And me & went to watch him die.
Suddenly the and said:
me now, or I shoot you dead!.
- I got an in my back
And it as hell!!

So we jumped on in the yellow sand
Started helping this man
He was sixfeet feet wide
And the wagon tipped side to side
into the red, red sun
Poor mule he hardly run
I turned my head to
And she turned her to mine:
And we knew...
he was going to do
He was going to
His whole way
And his name was on the
- And he was son of a gun!!

As we went into town
We saw these posters all
There was a big reward upon his
- Coz' the wanted to see
him dead...
As we talked about gunfighting man
We saw the steel in his
Now folks I to see you run!
To the of my gun!!
And we knew...

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

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

And we knew...

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And we knew...

Dow! bam! Pow! Bow!