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 know what they'd done
He sure as would end up hung
A hot tin notch on the gun
If he move on
Get out of

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

The nights got so damned
He couldn't stand the
He again for sheriff's men
But see a trace
found a nice warm place
But then the solved the case
put the gun in face
And said here...

rode him into town
With looking 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 from the
ever messed with the sheriff