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 of fortune, to take the bright silver
And you have taken from somebody else

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

I never took food from the widows and
And a hardworking man I oppressed
So take your pace easy, for home soon like
We soon be riding, my shiny Black Bess

No fat rich man's pony, can ever you
And not a rider from the east to the west
Who could hold you a light in this dark mist and
When the potbellied thieves chase the unwelcome

I don't know, good horse, as we in this dark here
That robbing the rich is for worse or for
They take it by stealing and lying and
And I take it my way, my shiny Bess

I horses good and I'm friendly to strangers
I ride and your running my guns talk the best
And the rangers and are hired by the rich man
To catch me and hang me, my Black Bess

Yes, they'll catch me napping, one day and they'll me
And then I'll be but that won't be my end
For my guns and my saddle always be filled
By travelers and other brave men

And they'll take the money and spread it out
Just like the Bible and the suggest
But men go riding, to help these poor workers
The rich cut down like an unwelcome guest