Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas
Who want to let you go
You'd never believe a gay happy time
On the called Sonora's death row

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

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

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

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

Amanda's got silent like night in the
My stared in pure disbelief
was kneeling beside the dead cowboy
Plainly expressing her

And as I bowed my head a shot through me
My was still at my side
I felt my pockets, there was my
I fell to my knees and I

A nightmare of mescal is all it was
For no one had me at all
I I was dreaming the sound of the gallows
They're testing just 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 today
Be free of death row