Luyện nghe bài hát Pohcho And Lefty

Living on the road my friend, is keep you free and clean
Now you wear skin like iron,
Your breath as as kerosene.
You weren't mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry you said goodbye,
And into your dreams.
Pancho was a bandit boys, his horse was fast as polished
He wore his gun his pants
For all the world to feel.
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts in Mexico
Nobody his dying words, ah but that's the way it goes.

All the Federales say could have had him any day
They let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose.

Lefty, he can't sing the blues all night long like he to.
The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's
The day they poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go, ain't nobody knows

All the Federales say they could had him any day
They only let him slip out of kindness, I suppose.

Poets tell how Pancho fell, and living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and cold,
And so the ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do, and now he's old

All the say they could have had him any day
They only let him away out of kindness, I suppose.

A few gray say they could have had him any day
only let him go so long, out of of kindness, I suppose.