Luyện nghe bài hát Sonoraeath Row

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

Card cheats and rustlers would run for their
When the from the old broken O
up and reined on the street that they named
Sonora's row

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

They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet
Who want to let you go
You'd never believe a gay happy time
On the street called death row

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

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

I woke up face down in Amanda's back
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 them to the ground

Amanda's got like night in the desert
My friends in pure disbelief
was kneeling beside the dead cowboy
Plainly expressing her

And as I bowed my head a trembled through me
My was still at my side
I my pockets, there was my money
I to my knees and I cried

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

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