Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

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

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the and rain
revenge burning in your brain
And hand on your gun

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

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
up through 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...
Death will be your
While you your dream

He looked with contempt at the cowardly
His eyes were as as the hate in his heart
"Get to fire and viya con dios."
He lowered the hand that would blow them
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his
Was shouting, "Forgive and put down your gun!"
He knew in his heart 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 the wind and rain
revenge burning 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 will be your
While you follow your
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...