Luyện nghe bài hát Jesse James

Jesse James was a lad that many a man,
He robbed the train,
He stole from the rich and he to the poor,
a hand and a heart and a brain.

Well it was Robert Ford, dirty little coward,
I how he feel,
For he ate of bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then he poor Jesse in his grave.

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Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were
that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He poor Jesse in his grave

was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd rob a mother or a child
never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take James alive

It was on a Saturday night and the moon was bright,
They the Glendale train,
And people they did say many miles away
It was those outlaws,Ther're Frank and James

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Now the people held their breath when they heard of death,
And wondered how he ever came to
Robert Ford,It was a fact,He shot in the back
While hung a picture on the wall

Now Jesse to rest with his hand on his breast,
The will be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the Clay,
And he came a solitary race.
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