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 last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old O
Rode up and reined on the that they named Sonora's death row

Mescal is free at Amanda's for the boy's from the old broken O
Saturday nights in the of Sonora are the best in all Mexico
got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go
You'd never such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's death row

Inside Amanda's we was a with all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars drove me for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or money", I reached 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, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's
I saw my partners twirling my pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in disbelief

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

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