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 night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out for any one looking to fight
Card cheats and rustlers would run for their holes the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they Sonora's 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 and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go
You'd never believe such a gay happy time on the street called Sonora's row

Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' 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 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 back aware of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my Winchester and entered again
Where I saw my partners twirling my pistols and my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure disbelief

Amanda was kneeling the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief
And as I bowed my head a trembled shot me my six-gun was still at my side
I my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I cried
A nightmare of mescal is all it was for no one had robbed me at all
I I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're testing just outside
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The mescal's still free at saloon for the boy's from the old Broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of death row
I'd give a ransom to drink there today and be free of Sonora's row