Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

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

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
from Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
With revenge in your brain
And your hand on gun

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

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never will 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 companero
And the what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death be your companero
While you follow your

He with contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes were as as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to and viya con dios."
He lowered the hand that blow them apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down 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
Desperado from
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up through the and rain
With revenge burning in 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
you follow your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...