Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boy's we up our saddles
And to Sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out
For looking to fight

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

Mescal is at Amanda's saloon
For the boy's from the old O
nights in the town of Sonora
Are the best in all

got guitars and trumpets 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
all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven stud
So I was out my pals

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 face down in Amanda's back
Aware of the I had been
Rushed to my pony, my Winchester
And Amanda's again

Where I saw my partners twirling my
And my money around
Blinded by anger, I the lever
And one of them to the ground

Amanda's got silent night in the desert
My stared in pure disbelief
Amanda was beside the dead cowboy
Plainly her grief

And as I bowed my a trembled shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I my pockets, there 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 of the gallows
They're testing just the wall

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