Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up face down in back alley
Aware of the fool I had
Rushed to my pony, grabbed my
And entered again

Where I saw my twirling my pistols
And throwing my around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the
And one of fell to the ground

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

And as I bowed my head a trembled through me
My six-gun was at my side
I my pockets, there 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 dreaming the sound of the
They're testing outside the wall

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