Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheriff

(emerson - lake)

Wicked rode away
In the sunset sky
A lynching mob had his friend up
Right before his
He didn't know what they'd done
He sure as hell would end up
A hot tin on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't on
Get out of

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

The nights got so damned
He stand the pace
He looked again for men
But see a trace
Josie a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the
put the gun in josie's
And lookie here...

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