Luyện nghe bài hát Pancho and Lefty f/ Freddy Fender

Living on the my friend,
Is gonna you free and clean
Now you your skin like iron,
Your breath as as kerosene.
You your mama's only boy,
But her favorite one it
She to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into dreams.

Pancho was a boy,
His was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his
For all the world to feel.
met his match you know
On the down in mexico
Nobody his dying words,
Ah but the way it goes.

All the say

They could had him any day
They let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Lefty, he can't sing the
All long like he used to.
The dust pancho bit down south
Ended up in lefty's
The day they laid poor low,
split for ohio
Where he got the to go,
ain't nobody knows

The poets tell how fell,
And living in cheap hotels
The quiet, cleveland's cold,
And so the story ends told
needs your prayers it's true,
But a few for lefty too
He did what he had to do,
And now he's old