Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

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

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

But the and mescal, peso cigars
Drove me for some air
whispered, "Your life or your 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 Amanda's

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 silent like in the desert
My friends stared in disbelief
Amanda was kneeling the dead cowboy
Plainly her grief

And as I bowed my head a shot through me
My six-gun was at my side
I felt my pockets, was my money
I to my knees and I cried

A of mescal is all that 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 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 give a ransom to drink there
Be free of death row