Luyện nghe bài hát Pancho and Lefty f/ Freddy Fender

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

Pancho was a boy,
His was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun his pants
For all the world to feel.
Pancho met his you know
On the deserts in mexico
heard his dying words,
Ah but the way it goes.

All the say

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

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

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