Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and to sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out for any one looking to fight
cheats and rustlers would 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 saloon for the boy's from the old broken O
Saturday nights in the town of are the best in all Mexico
They've got and trumpets 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

Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card so I was out doin' my pals
But the whiskey and mescal, peso cigars me outside for some air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I reached but my gun there

I woke up face down in Amanda's back alley aware of the I had been
Rushed to my pony, my Winchester and entered Amanda's 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 silent like night in the desert, my friends stared in pure

was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly expressing her grief
And as I bowed my head a trembled shot through me my was still at my side
I felt my pockets, there was my money, I fell to my knees and I
A of mescal is all that it was for no one had robbed 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 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 Sonora's row