Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his 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 dead on the
They laughed as he ran and they 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,
Riding up through the wind and
With burning in your brain
And hand on your gun

A quiet little village was just of Reno
Where someone had told him he find the men
And there in the stairway, guzzling the vino
The three Mexicanos laughing again
He pushed his sombrero from his face
His cool cigarillo was pounding in
The stared at the man they can see
And wondered who Pistolero could be

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado from
Never more he run
Oh,
up through the wind and rain
With revenge burning in brain
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 will be companero
you follow your dream

He looked with contempt at the killers
His eyes were as cold as the hate in his
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He the hand that would blow 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 horse and rode the sun

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
more will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the and rain
With revenge in your brain
Now it's over and

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...
will be your companero
While you your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...