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,
Your as hard as kerosene.
You weren't your 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 his pants
For all the world to feel.
Pancho met his you know
On the down in mexico
Nobody heard his 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 sing the blues
All night long he used to.
The dust that bit down south
Ended up in mouth
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 living in cheap hotels
The quiet, cleveland's cold,
And so the ends we're told
Pancho needs your it's true,
But a few for lefty too
He only did he had to do,
And now he's old