Luyện nghe bài hát Sonora's Death Row

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

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

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

They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet
Who want to let you go
You'd believe such a gay happy time
On the street called Sonora's row

Inside Amanda's we was a
With all of Amanda's
I won some silver at card stud
So I was out my pals

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

I woke up down 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 partners my pistols
And throwing my around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the
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
Plainly expressing her

And as I bowed my head a trembled shot me
My six-gun was still at my
I felt my pockets, 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 testing just outside the

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