Luyện nghe bài hát The Unwelcome Guest

To the rich bright lodges, I ride in this wind
On my good horse, I you, my shiny Black Bess
To the playhouse of fortune, to the bright silver
And gold you have taken from somebody

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

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

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

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

I treat horses and I'm friendly to strangers
I and your running makes my guns talk the best
And the rangers and deputies are hired by the man
To catch me and hang me, my shining Bess

Yes, they'll catch me napping, one day and kill me
And then I'll be gone but that be my end
For my guns and my saddle will be filled
By unwelcome travelers and other men

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