Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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Me and the we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out for any one looking to fight
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their 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 the old broken O
Saturday in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico
They've got guitars and and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go
You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the called Sonora's death row

Amanda's we was a dancin' 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, cigars drove me outside for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun wasn't

I woke up down in Amanda's back alley aware of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered Amanda's
Where I saw my partners my pistols and throwing my money 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

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

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