Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheriff

(emerson - lake)

Wicked rode away
In the sunset sky
A mob had strung his friend 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 journey
>from kansas west
He he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old josie's
But josie wasn't the rest
He don't like holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his best
Don't want any
Don't want to be the
Of the

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

Sheriff rode him town
With josie sad
He didn't about the six-gun
josie had
Then josie drew his gun real
the sheriff one big blast
And josie was a song at
A legend the past
Nobody ever messed the sheriff