Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

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

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

But the whiskey and mescal, peso
me outside for some air
Somebody whispered, "Your life or money
I reached, but my gun there"

I woke up face down in Amanda's alley
of the fool I had been
Rushed to my pony, my Winchester
And entered Amanda's

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

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

And as I bowed my head a shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I my pockets, there was my money
I fell to my 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 Amanda's
For the boy's the old broken O
I'd give a ransom to drink today
Be of Sonora's death row
Yes I'd give a ransom to drink today
Be of Sonora's death row