Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his parents'
He woke to the thunder of in the night
And there in the he saw three Mexicanos
His was shouting, "Boy run for your life!"
He prayed and he at the sight that he saw
His mama and lay dead on the floor
laughed as he ran and they rode on their way
But how will it be if they see him

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
more will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in your
And hand on your gun

A quiet little village was south of Reno
Where had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, guzzling the vino
The three Mexicanos were laughing
He his sombrero away from his face
His cool cigarillo was in place
The stared at the man they can see
And wondered who this could be

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
up through the wind and rain
With burning in your brain
And your on your gun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
You're the devil's
And the what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death be your companero
While you follow dream

He looked with contempt at the cowardly
His eyes as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He the hand that would blow them apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his
Was shouting, "Forgive and put down your gun!"
He knew in his heart that the madness was
He climbed on his and rode into the sun

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
from Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
With revenge in your brain
Now it's over and

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
You're the companero
And the devil's you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death be your companero
While you your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...