Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

Mescal is free at saloon
For the from the old broken O
Saturday nights in the town of
Are the best in all

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

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

But the whiskey and mescal, cigars
Drove me outside for 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 fool I had
to my pony, grabbed my Winchester
And Amanda's again

Where I saw my partners twirling my
And throwing my around
by anger, I jacked the lever
And one of them fell to the

Amanda's got like night in the desert
My stared in pure disbelief
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 my pockets, there was my money
I fell to my knees and I

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

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