Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30.06

Plugged shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old mule
And I made me a ladder from a marimba
And I leaned up a dandelion tree
up against a dandelion tree
Leaned up against a dandelion

I'm gonna cook feathers on a tiny spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig
And I beat me a billy from an old French
And I kicked mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that to the top of the tree
me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a branch elbow

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into
Black Crow sixteen from a thirty-ought-six

Well, I slept in the holler of a dry bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red
Tore out the buckets a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made
Well, you got to me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn like a clothesline
Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled right the hole
Me and that mule right through the hole

I'm gonna you into kindlin'
Crow, sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen shells a thirty-ought-six

Now I him prisoner in a Washburn jail
That I strapped on the of my old kick mule
Strapped him on the of my old kick mule
on the strings just to drive him crazy
Oh, I strum it to rattle his cage
it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it just to rattle his cage
it loud just to rattle his cage

Oh, I'm gonna whittle you into
Black Crow, sixteen from a thirty-ought-six
you into kindlin'
Black Crow sixteen from a thirty-ought-six