Luyện nghe bài hát Pancho and Lefty f/ Freddy Fender

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

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

All the say

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

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

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