Luyện nghe bài hát La Costa Perdida

In the oil of San Ardo
That's she broke my heart
I buried her in
In a sandy bed
her car in Fresno
Mongrel's Motorcycle
Broken Spanish in the daytime picking fruit with campisinos, I'm a half a wedo [Caucasian], caballero yankee a town just south of Raleigh (?)
Don't live anymore
I I look familiar
you don't want to know
So listen to your banda
Play your narco
Just don't you forget, who's the real [badass].
call me Flaco Blanco
On La Perdida
I'm walking on a dead man's
His are in the woods
Scattered by animals
He knew me in
Broken Spanish in the daytime my crew from Sinoloa, I'm a half a wedo caballero yankee from a town just south of Raleigh
Don't there anymore
I know I look
You don't to know
So listen to your [gang]
Play narco corridos
Just always remember, I'm the chingon
He me in the shoulder
He was for my heart
he was like my brother
I had to cut his
That poor in San Ardo
Now she's joined by her primo
Broken Spanish in the
cattle up at Bishop
I'm a half a wedo, caballero yankee from a town just of Raleigh
live there anymore
I know I look
Brother you don't want to
So to your banda
Toca su corridos
Just always remember who's the real