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

Mescal is free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old O
Saturday in the town 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

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

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

Amanda was beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief
And as I bowed my a trembled shot through me my six-gun was still at my side
I felt my pockets, there was my money, I to my knees 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 sound of the gallows they're testing just
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The still free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O
I'd a ransom to drink 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