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 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
up and reined on the street that 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 Sonora are the best in all
They've got and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go
You'd believe such a gay happy time on the street 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 drove me outside for air
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money", I 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 my money 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 stared in pure disbelief

Amanda was kneeling beside the dead cowboy plainly 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 that it was for no one had me at all
I wish I was dreaming the sound of the gallows they're just outside
The

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