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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up face in Amanda's back alley
Aware of the I had been
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 the lever
And one of fell to the ground

Amanda's got silent like in the desert
My friends stared in disbelief
Amanda was beside the dead cowboy
expressing her grief

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

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