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, daring out
For anyone to fight

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

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

They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet
Who won't to let you go
You'd believe such a gay happy time
On the street called Sonora's row

Inside we was a dancin'
With all of gals
I won silver at seven card stud
So I was out my pals

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

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

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

Amanda's got silent like 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 at my side
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 just outside the wall

And the mescal's free at Amanda's saloon
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