Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheriff

(emerson - lake)

Wicked rode away
In the sunset sky
A mob had strung his friend up
before his eyes
He didn't what they'd both done
He sure as would end up hung
A hot tin notch on the gun
If he didn't on
Get out of

The sheriff followed journey
>from kansas west
He said put a bullet right
Through poor old chest
But wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his
In fact do his very best
Don't want any
Don't want to be the
Of the

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

Sheriff him into town
With looking sad
He didn't know the six-gun
Wicked had
Then josie drew his gun fast
Gave the sheriff one big
And josie was a song at
A legend the past
Nobody ever with the sheriff