Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

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

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

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

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
With revenge burning in your
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...
will be your companero
While you follow dream

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

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
Never more he run
Oh,
up through the wind and rain
With revenge in your brain
Now it's 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 your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...