Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was in his parents' cabana
He to the thunder 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 they on their way
But how will it be if they see him

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

A quiet little village was south of Reno
Where had told him he might find the men
And in the stairway, they're guzzling the vino
The Mexicanos were laughing again
He his sombrero away from his face
His cool 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 the wind and rain
With burning in your brain
And hand on your gun

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

He looked contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes were as cold as the in his heart
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He lowered the hand that would blow them
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his
Was shouting, "Forgive and put down your gun!"
He knew in his heart that the madness was
He climbed on his and rode into the sun

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
from Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in your
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...
Death will be companero
While you follow dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...