Luyện nghe bài hát The Unwelcome Guest

To the rich bright lodges, I ride in this wind
On my good horse I call you my 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 'mongst the rich ones
How oft times we go there an guest

I never took food the widows and orphans
And a hard working man I oppressed
So take your pace for home soon like lightning
We soon will be riding my Black Bess

No fat rich pony can e'er overtake you
not a rider from the east to the west
Could hold you a light in this dark mist and
the potbellied thieves chase their unwelcome guest

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

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

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

They'll take the and spread it out equal
Just like the and the prophets suggest
The men go riding to help these poor workers
The will cut down like an unwelcome guest