Luyện nghe bài hát The Unwelcome Guest

To the rich man's bright lodges I ride in wind
On my good horse I call you my Black Bess
To the playhouse of
to the bright silver
An gold you have taken somebody else

And as we go riding in the damp foggy
You snort, my good pony, and you me your best
For you know, and I know, horse
'mongst the rich
How oftimes we go there an unwelcome

I've never food from the widows and orphans
And never a hard man I oppressed
So take pace easy,
for home soon lightening
We soon will be riding, my shiny Black

No fat rich man's pony can ever you
And there's not a rider the east to the west
Could hold you a
in this dark mist and
When the potbellied
chase unwelcome guest

I know good horse,
As we trot in this here
That robbing the rich is for or for best
They take it by stealing and lying and
And I take it my way, my Black Bess

I treat horses good and I'm to strangers
I ride and running makes my guns talk the best
And the rangers and
are hired by the man
To me and hang me, my shining Black Bess

Yes, they'll catch me one day
and they'll me
And then I'll be gone but won't be my end
For my and my saddle will always be filled
By travellers and other brave men

And take the money and spread it out equal
Just like the and the prophets suggest
But the man that go riding to help these poor
The rich will cut down like an guest