Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheriff

(emerson - lake)

Wicked josie rode
In the sunset sky
A lynching mob had strung his up
Right before his
He didn't know what they'd done
He sure as hell would end up
A hot tin on the sheriff's gun
If he move on
Get out of

The sheriff josie's journey
>from kansas city
He he'd put a bullet right
Through old josie's chest
But josie wasn't like the
He like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his best
want any arrest
Don't to be the guest
Of the

The nights got so cold
He couldn't the pace
He looked for sheriff's men
But see a trace
Josie found a warm place
But then the sheriff the case
put the gun in josie's
And said here...

Sheriff rode him into
With josie sad
He didn't about the six-gun
Wicked had
Then josie drew his gun fast
the sheriff one big blast
And josie was a at last
A from the past
Nobody ever messed with the