Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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Me and the boy's we cinched up our and rode to sonora 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 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 the old broken O
Saturday nights in the 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 street called death row

Inside Amanda's we was a with 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 alley of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, my Winchester and entered Amanda's again
Where I saw my partners twirling my and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the
Amanda's got silent 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 through me my six-gun was still at my
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 they're testing just outside
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The mescal's still free at Amanda's saloon for the 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 to drink there today and be free of Sonora's death row