Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his cabana
He to the thunder of guns in the night
And there in the dark he saw Mexicanos
His was shouting, "Boy run for your life!"
He prayed and he wept at the that he saw
His and papa lay dead on the floor
They laughed as he ran and they on their way
But how will it be if see him today

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

A quiet little village was south of Reno
Where had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, guzzling the vino
The three were laughing again
He pushed his sombrero away his face
His cigarillo was pounding in place
The stared at the man they can see
And who this Pistolero could be

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

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

He looked with contempt at the killers
His were as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He lowered the hand would blow them apart
Then somewhere, the voice of his father
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,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
more will he run
Oh,
Riding up the wind and rain
With revenge in your brain
Now over and done

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