Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Johnny

Those other years, those years
When we drove the big hearse
I to forget the miles we rode
and Johnny, you!
Hed sit beside a ditch
all his herd was in
Hed never a child
But to his mandolin
He sang the old songs, the old
And the of our games
Spanish Johnny seldom
But songs of Spain
And his with men was vicious talk
he was drunk on gin
But those golden things he said
To his
We had to stand, we had to
We had to him then
See those hands so gentle to a
Had killed so men
He a hard death long ago
Before the roads in
And the night he swung
He to his mandolin
We carried him out in the light
The man who no good
him down in a cold, cold clay
Stuck in a cross of
And a letter we wrote to his
To tellem where hed
We it on down to Mexico
Along with the