Luyện nghe bài hát Sinaloa Cowboys

Miguel came a small town in northern Mexico
He north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
crossed at the river levee when Louis was just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the San

They left homes and family
Their father said "My sons one thing you will
For everything the north gives it a price in return."
worked side by side in the orchards
From morning the day was through
the work the hueros wouldn't do.

Word was out some men in from were looking for some hands
Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted ranch
There in a small tin on the edge of a ravine
and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine.

You could spend a in the orchards
Or make half as much in one shift
Working for the men from
But if you slipped the acid
Could right through your skin
They'd you spittin' up blood in the desert
If you breathed those in

It was early one evening as Miguel stood watch outside
When the shack lighting up the valley night
Miguel carried Louis' over his shoulder down a swale
To the creekside and in the tall grass Louis Rosales died

Miguel lifted Louis' body into his truck and he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell on a grove
in the dirt he dug up ten thousand dollars all that they'd saved
Kissed his brother's and placed him in his grave