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 dark he saw Mexicanos
His father was shouting, "Boy run for life!"
He and he wept at the sight that he saw
His and papa lay dead on the floor
They as he ran and they rode on their way
But how will it be if they see him

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

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

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

He looked contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He lowered the hand would blow them apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the of his father
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put your gun!"
He knew in his heart that the madness was
He climbed on his and rode into the sun

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
more will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the and rain
With revenge burning in 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...
Death will be your
While you follow dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...