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 papa lay on the floor
laughed 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
Desperado from
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in your
And your hand on gun

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

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
more will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the and rain
revenge burning in your brain
And hand 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 will be your
While you your dream

He with contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes were as cold as the hate in his
"Get ready to and viya con dios."
He lowered the hand that blow them apart
Then somewhere, the voice of his father
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put your gun!"
He in his heart that the madness was over
He climbed on his horse and rode the sun

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
up through the wind and rain
With burning in your brain
Now it's over and

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 follow dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...