Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was in his parents' cabana
He woke to the thunder of in the night
And there in the he saw three Mexicanos
His father was shouting, "Boy run for life!"
He prayed and he wept at the sight 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
from Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in brain
And your hand on gun

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

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in your
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...
will 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 would them apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down gun!"
He knew in his heart that the was over
He on his horse and rode into the sun

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
more will 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 what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
will be your companero
While you follow your
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...