Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Robert Moore And Betty Coltrane

There was a thick set man frog eyes
Who was at the door
And a little bald man with wing-nut
Was in the car

Well, Robert Moore passed the man
As he walked the bar
And Betty she jumped under her table

"What's your pleasure?" asked the
He had a like boiled meat
"There's a girl Betty Coltrane
That I come to see"

"But I ain't that girl 'round here
For than a week"
And Coltrane he had hid beneath the table

Well, in came a sailor with
tattooed on his arms
Followed by the man with the wing-nut
Who was in the car

Well, Moore sensed trouble
He'd seen it comin' afar
And Betty Coltrane she gasped the table

Well, the sailor said, "I'm for my wife
They call her Coltrane"
The man said, "That can't be
my wife's maiden name"

And the man with the wing-nut said
"Hey, I her back in Spain"
And Betty Coltrane crossed herself beneath the

Well, Moore stepped up and said
"That is my wife"
And he drew a pistol
And a wicked bowie

And he shot the man the wing-nut ears
between the eyes
And Betty Coltrane, she under the table

Well, the frog-eyed man at Robert Moore
Who him in the chest
And as Frog-eyes died he said
"Betty, the girl that I loved best"

Then the pulled a razor
Robert it to bits
"And Betty, I know under the table"

"Well, have no fear," said Robert
"I do not want to you"
"Never a did I love me
Half as as you

"You're the blessed sun, the meek
And you are the moon"
And Betty shot his legs out from under the

Well, Moore went down heavy
With a crash the floor
And to his trashin' body
Coltrane she did crawl

She put the gun to the back of his
And pulled the trigger once
And blew his brains out all over the

Well, Betty up and shook her head
And waved the smoke
Said, "I'm Mr. Barman
To leave your this way"

As she emptied out wallets she said
"I'll collect my pay"
Then she winked and threw a dollar on the