Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

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

Inside we was a dancin'
all of Amanda's 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
Somebody whispered, "Your life or your
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 again

I saw my partners twirling my pistols
And my money around
Blinded by anger, I the lever
And one of them fell to the

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 shot through me
My six-gun was at my side
I my pockets, there was my money
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 dreaming the sound of the
They're testing just the wall

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