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 at the sight that he saw
His mama and papa lay dead on the
They laughed as he ran and they rode on way
But how it be if they see him today

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
With revenge burning in your
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 were laughing
He his sombrero away from his face
His cool was pounding in place
The Mexicans stared at the man can see
And wondered who 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 hand on 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
you follow your dream

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

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado from
more will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
revenge burning in your brain
Now over and done

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