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 looking to

Card and rustlers would run for their holes
the boys from the old broken 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 in the town of Sonora
Are the in all Mexico

They've got guitars and and sweet senoritas
Who won't to let you go
You'd never believe such a gay time
On the street called death row

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

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

I woke up down in Amanda's back alley
Aware of the fool I had
to my pony, grabbed 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

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

And as I bowed my head a trembled shot me
My six-gun was at my side
I felt my pockets, 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
testing just outside the wall

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