Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 shells a 30-6
And the black flew through a hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack

And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop
And I leaned it up against a dandelion
I leaned it up a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a tree

Well, I cooked them feathers on the spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig
And I me a Billy from an old French horn

And I kicked that to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the
me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch

I'm gonna whittle you into
Black crow, 16 shells from a
Whittle you kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells a 30-6

Well, I slept in the hotter of a dry bed
And I tore out the buckets a red corvette
out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made

You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone
With the strings of a Washburn like a clothesline
You know me and that scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the

I'm gonna whittle you kindlin'
crow, 16 shells from a 30-6
Whittle you kindlin'
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn
And I strapped it on the back of my old mule
Strapped it on the of my old kick mule
Bang on the just to drive him crazy

And I strum it loud just to rattle his
Strum it loud just to rattle his
Strum it loud just to his cage
it loud just to rattle his cage

I'm gonna whittle you into
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6
Whittle you kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells from a
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