Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey For My Men, Beer For My Horses

Well a man, on
Six o'clock
somebody been shot
Somebody's been
Somebody blew up a
stole their car
Somebody got
Somebody didn't get too far,
didn't get too far

Grandpappy my pappy
in my day, son
A man had to
For the wicked thing he
Take all the in Texas
a tall oak tree
Round up all of them bad
And hang 'em high in the
For all the to see

And justice is the one
You always find
You gotta saddle up boys
You draw a hard line
When the gun smoke
We'll a victory tune
And we'll all back
At the local

We'll raises up our
Against forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, for my horses!"

We got too many
dirty deeds
Too much
And in the streets
It's the long arm of the law
Put a few more in the
Send them all to their
And he'll set them on
You can bet, set 'em down

Cause is the one thing
You always find
You gotta saddle up your
You gotta draw a line
the gunsmoke settles
We'll a victory tune
And all meet back
At the local

And we'll raise up our
evil forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, for my horses!"
for my men, beer for my horses!

You know is the one thing
You should always
You gotta up your boys
You draw a hard line
When the gunsmoke
We'll sing a tune
And all met back
At the local

We'll raise up our
Against forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, for my horses!"
Singing ,"Whiskey for my men, for my horses!'