Luyện nghe bài hát New Life in Old Mexico

I the Mississippi,
turned at San Antone
A knife, a woolen coat,
a bag on my arm
It's all somebody needs to make it through the
the night, travel light, cross the Rio Grande
Someone strums a mandolin, gulf breezes blow
My new life is in old Mexico

I was once a man livin' peacefully
Hard to say exactly when the blinded me
But there was confusion when my sweet
wife left this
times, drunken crimes,
a dead working girl
a jailer there in Caroline,
watching me down below
My new life is waiting in old

Livin' in the
Runnin' my fame
Blowin' the wind blows
no one knows my name

In the El Vaquero Bar in the town of Pass
Moments from my freedom whiskey in my glass
Some boracho took me for the man who stole his
He went for his forty-four as I for my knife
He never fired a second shot he was just too
My new is waiting in old Mexico

I of hidden harbors south of Mazatlan
Where cool spring waters
the warm Pacific sun
I pray the miles I've and all the sins I bear
Burn away like fog and vanish in the air
beyond the border now, but many miles to go
My new is waiting in old Mexico