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, daring out
For anyone looking to

Card cheats and rustlers would run for their
the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they
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 in all Mexico

got guitars and trumpets 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'
all of Amanda's gals
I won silver at seven card stud
So I was out doin' my

But the whiskey and mescal, peso
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
Aware of the fool I had
to my pony, grabbed my Winchester
And entered Amanda's

Where I saw my twirling 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 disbelief
Amanda was kneeling beside the cowboy
Plainly her grief

And as I my head a trembled shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I my pockets, there was my money
I fell to my knees and I

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

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