Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last
hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
Card and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they named death row

Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old O
Saturday nights in the town of are the best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who want to let you go
You'd never believe such a gay time on the street called Sonora's death row

Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals
I won silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me outside for air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I but my gun wasn't there

I woke up face down in Amanda's alley aware of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, my Winchester and entered Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends in pure disbelief

was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief
And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at my
I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my and I cried
A nightmare of mescal is all that it was for no one had me at all
I wish I was dreaming the of the gallows they're testing just outside
The

The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's the old Broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's row
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's row