Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30.06

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

I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tiny
And I filled me a sachel of old pig corn
And I me a billy from an old French horn
And I kicked that to the top of the tree
Kicked that to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch

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

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

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

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

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