Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheriff

(emerson - lake)

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

The sheriff followed josie's
>from kansas city
He said he'd put a right
Through poor old josie's
But josie like the rest
He don't like holes in his vest
In fact do his very best
want any arrest
Don't to be the guest
Of the

The got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the
He again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see a
Josie found a nice warm
But then the sheriff the case
put the gun in josie's
And lookie here...

Sheriff him into town
josie looking sad
He know about the six-gun
Wicked had
Then josie drew his gun fast
Gave the one big blast
And was a song at last
A from the past
Nobody ever messed the sheriff