Luyện nghe bài hát Pancho and Lefty f/ Freddy Fender

Living on the my friend,
Is gonna keep you free and
Now you wear your skin iron,
Your as hard as kerosene.
You weren't your mama's boy,
But her favorite one it
She began to cry 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.
Pancho met his you know
On the deserts in mexico
Nobody heard his words,
Ah but the way it goes.

All the say

They have had him any day
They only let him slip
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Lefty, he can't sing the
All night long like he to.
The dust that bit down south
Ended up in lefty's
The day they poor pancho low,
split for ohio
Where he got the to go,
There ain't knows

The poets how pancho fell,
And lefty's in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, cold,
And so the story we're told
Pancho your prayers it's true,
But save a few for too
He did what he had to do,
And now he's old