Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

Me and the boy's we cinched up our
And to Sonora last night
hanging proud, daring out loud
For anyone looking to

cheats and rustlers 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 saloon
For the boy's the old broken O
Saturday nights in the of Sonora
Are the best in all

They've got guitars and trumpets and senoritas
Who won't to let you go
never 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 some silver at seven card
So I was out doin' my

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

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

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

Amanda's got silent like night in the
My friends stared in pure
Amanda was kneeling the dead cowboy
expressing her grief

And as I bowed my a trembled shot through me
My six-gun was still at my
I my pockets, there was my money
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 still free at Amanda's saloon
For the boy's from the old 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 death row