Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was in his parents' cabana
He woke to the thunder of guns in the
And there in the dark he saw three
His was shouting, "Boy run for your life!"
He prayed and he wept at the 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 the wind and rain
With burning in your brain
And your hand on gun

A quiet little village was just south of
someone had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, they're guzzling the
The three Mexicanos were again
He pushed his sombrero away his face
His cool cigarillo was in place
The stared at the man they can see
And wondered who this could be

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in your
And your on your gun

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

He looked with 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 would them apart
suddenly somewhere, the voice of his father
Was shouting, "Forgive and put down your gun!"
He knew in his heart that the madness was
He climbed on his horse and into the sun

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
revenge 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 devil's you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death be your companero
While you follow dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...