Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boy's we up our saddles
And rode to Sonora night
Gun's hanging proud, out loud
For anyone to fight

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

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

They've got guitars and trumpets and senoritas
Who want to let you go
You'd believe such a gay happy time
On the called Sonora's death row

Amanda's we was a dancin'
With all of gals
I won some silver at seven stud
So I was out my pals

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

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

Where I saw my partners twirling my
And throwing my 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 beside the dead cowboy
Plainly expressing her

And as I my head a trembled shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I felt my pockets, 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 I was dreaming the sound of the gallows
testing just outside the wall

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