Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his cabana
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 prayed and he wept at the sight he saw
His and papa lay dead on the floor
They laughed as he ran and rode on their way
But how it be if they see him today

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

A little village was just south of Reno
Where had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, they're guzzling the
The three Mexicanos laughing again
He pushed his 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 the wind and rain
With burning in your brain
And your hand on gun

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 will be your
While you your dream

He looked contempt at the cowardly killers
His were as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to and viya con dios."
He lowered the that would blow them apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the of his father
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,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
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 your
While you follow dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...