Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

They've got guitars and and sweet senoritas
Who want to let you go
You'd believe such a gay happy time
On the called Sonora's death row

Inside 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
me outside for some air
Somebody whispered, "Your or your 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, grabbed my
And entered again

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

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

And as I bowed my a trembled shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I felt my pockets, there was my
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 sound of the
They're testing just outside the

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