Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his parents'
He woke to the of guns in the night
And there in the he saw three Mexicanos
His father was shouting, "Boy run for life!"
He and he wept at the sight that he saw
His mama and papa lay on the floor
They laughed as he ran and they rode on way
But how will it be if see him today

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado from
more will he run
Oh,
up through the wind and rain
With revenge burning in brain
And your on your gun

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

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
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 what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death will be companero
While you your dream

He looked with contempt at the cowardly
His eyes were as cold as the 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 down gun!"
He knew in his heart that the was over
He on his horse and rode into the sun

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
With 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...
will be your companero
While you follow your
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...