Luyện nghe bài hát Greybeard

All spoken (Backing vocals)

He was 9 years old when his folks home,
On a wagon west.
His mom and dad hed grow up bad,
By the mark of the on his chest.
Well at 17 he had up mean.
He had made his bid.
He had a in this fast-gun game.
And they called him the Kid.

Now the kids grew and his aim did too,
As an old ghost appeared.
Sittin in the marshals chair,
Was the one call Greybeard.

Kid youd better while the quittins good,
Cause always one whos bigger.
Therell be one guy a faster eye,
Whos on the trigger.
Let me tell you son of a fast gun,
every outlaw feared.
He his name in this killing game,
Hes the one call Greybeard.

He had a drawin hand no other man,
It was that the eye.
And were always plenty of kids around 20,
Just couldnt to die.

(He was a gun,
Lookin to a name.
was his virtue,
was a game.)

So the Kid said me, where is this man,
Who never a gun?
Greybeard his head and said,
Youre at him son.
The Kid tried Greybeard down,
With eyes like dice,
And Greybeards frown upside down,
To a smile as as ice.

So the Kid reached for his gun,
With a as fast as light.
But he lost the game to a shot came,
somewhere out of sight.
And as the Kid went and he hit the ground,
He thought hed his mind.
He heard Greybeard snicker, I was quicker,
Before I stone blind.

(Fast gun,
Lookin to a name.
was his virtue,
at his game.)