Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheriff

(emerson - lake)

Wicked rode away
In the covered sky
A mob had strung his friend up
Right his eyes
He didn't know what both done
He sure as would end up hung
A hot tin on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't on
Get out of

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

The nights got so cold
He couldn't stand the
He looked for sheriff's men
But couldn't see a
Josie found a warm place
But the sheriff solved the case
put the gun in face
And lookie here...

rode him into town
With josie sad
He didn't about the six-gun
Wicked had
Then josie drew his gun real
Gave the sheriff one big
And was a song at last
A legend from the
Nobody messed with the sheriff