Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boy's we up our saddles
And rode to Sonora last
Gun's proud, daring out loud
For looking to fight

Card cheats and rustlers run for their holes
the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and on the street that they named
death row

Mescal is free at Amanda's
For the boy's the old broken O
Saturday in the town of Sonora
Are the best in all

They've got guitars and trumpets and senoritas
Who want to let you go
You'd never believe a gay happy time
On the street called Sonora's row

Inside Amanda's we was a
With all of gals
I won some at seven card stud
So I was out doin' my

But the whiskey and mescal, cigars
Drove me for some air
whispered, "Your life or your money
I reached, but my gun there"

I up face down in Amanda's back alley
Aware of the I had been
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my
And entered Amanda's

Where I saw my partners twirling my
And throwing my money
Blinded by anger, I jacked the
And one of them to the ground

got silent like night in the desert
My friends in pure disbelief
Amanda was kneeling the dead cowboy
Plainly expressing her

And as I bowed my head a shot through me
My was still at my side
I felt my pockets, there was my
I fell to my knees and I

A 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 outside the wall

And the mescal's still free at saloon
For the boy's the old broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink today
Be free of death row
Yes I'd give a to drink there today
Be free of death row