Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30.06

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

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

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, 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 a red Corvette
Tore out the from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher three
Well, you got to meet me by the of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a
Oh, you know me and that mule scrambled through the hole
Me and that mule right through the hole

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

Now I hold him prisoner in a jail
That I strapped on the back of my old kick
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
Strum it loud just to rattle his
Strum it loud just to his cage
Strum it loud to rattle his cage

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