Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30.06

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

I'm gonna cook them on a tiny spit
And I filled me a sachel of old pig corn
And I beat me a from an old French horn
And I kicked mule to the top of the tree
Kicked mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a
And I cut me a switch a long branch elbow

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

Well, I in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets a red Corvette
out the buckets 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 mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right the hole

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

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

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