Luyện nghe bài hát Pistolero

The boy was in his parents' cabana
He woke to the thunder of in the night
And there in the dark he saw three
His father was shouting, "Boy run for life!"
He and he wept at the sight that he saw
His mama and papa lay on the floor
laughed as he ran and they rode on their way
But how will it be if see him today

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With burning in your brain
And your on your gun

A quiet village was just south of Reno
Where had told him he might find the men
And there in the stairway, they're the vino
The three Mexicanos were laughing
He pushed his sombrero away from his
His cool was pounding in place
The Mexicans at the man they can see
And who this Pistolero could be

Oh,
an angel of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never will he run
Oh,
Riding up through the and rain
With revenge burning in your
And your hand on gun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
You're the companero
And the what you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death will be companero
While you follow dream

He with contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes were as cold as the hate in his
"Get ready to fire and con dios."
He lowered the hand that would blow them
Then suddenly somewhere, the of his father
Was shouting, "Forgive and put down your gun!"
He knew in his that the madness was over
He climbed on his horse and rode the sun

Oh,
Like an of death, you go
Desperado Mexico
Never more he run
Oh,
Riding up through the wind and
With revenge burning in brain
Now over and done

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
You're the companero
And the devil's you see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh...
Pistole-, Pistolero...
Death will be companero
you follow your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...