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, daring out
For anyone to fight

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

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

They've got guitars and trumpets and senoritas
Who want to let you go
You'd never such a gay happy time
On the street Sonora's death row

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

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

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

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

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

And as I bowed my head a trembled shot me
My six-gun was still at my
I felt my pockets, there was my
I fell to my and I cried

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