Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

Me and the we cinched up our saddles
And rode to last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out
For anyone looking to

Card cheats and rustlers would run for holes
When the boys the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that named
Sonora's row

is free at Amanda's saloon
For the from the old broken O
Saturday nights in the of Sonora
Are the in all Mexico

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

Amanda's we was a dancin'
With all of Amanda's
I won some silver at card stud
So I was out doin' my

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

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

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

got silent like night in the desert
My friends stared in pure
was kneeling beside the dead cowboy
Plainly her grief

And as I my head a trembled shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I my pockets, there was my money
I fell to my and I cried

A of mescal is all that it was
For no one had me at all
I wish I was dreaming the of the gallows
They're testing just outside the

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