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, out loud
For looking to fight

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

Mescal is free at saloon
For the boy's from the old 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 never such a gay happy time
On the street Sonora's death row

Amanda's we was a dancin'
With all of Amanda's
I won some at seven card stud
So I was out doin' my

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

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

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

Amanda's got silent night in the desert
My friends stared in pure
Amanda was kneeling beside the cowboy
Plainly expressing her

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

A nightmare of is all that it was
For no one had me at all
I wish I was dreaming the of the gallows
They're testing outside the wall

And the still free at Amanda's saloon
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 to drink there today
Be free of Sonora's row