Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boy's we cinched up our
And to Sonora last night
Gun's proud, daring out loud
For anyone to fight

Card and rustlers would run for their holes
When the boys from the old O
Rode up and on the street that they named
Sonora's row

Mescal is free at Amanda's
For the boy's from the old O
Saturday nights in the town of
Are the in all Mexico

They've got guitars and trumpets and senoritas
Who won't to let you go
never believe such a gay happy time
On the street called death row

Inside we was a dancin'
With all of gals
I won some at seven card stud
So I was out my pals

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

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

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

Amanda's got silent like in the desert
My friends stared in pure
Amanda was kneeling the dead cowboy
expressing her grief

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

A nightmare of mescal is all it was
For no one had me at all
I wish I was the sound of the gallows
They're testing outside the wall

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