Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his cabana
He woke to the of guns in the night
And in the dark he saw three Mexicanos
His was shouting, "Boy run for your life!"
He and he wept at the sight that he saw
His and papa lay dead on the floor
They laughed as he ran and 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,
up through the wind and rain
With revenge in your brain
And your hand on gun

A little village was just south of Reno
Where had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, they're the vino
The Mexicanos were laughing again
He pushed his sombrero from his face
His cigarillo was pounding in place
The Mexicans 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 revenge burning in your
And your hand on 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...
will be your companero
While you your dream

He looked contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He lowered the hand that would blow them
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down gun!"
He knew in his that the madness was over
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 through the and rain
With revenge burning in brain
Now over and done

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