Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 shells from a
And the black crow flew through a in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old mule

And I made me a ladder a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up a dandelion tree
I it up against 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 beat me a from an old French horn

And I that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the
Blew me a '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'
crow, 16 shells from a 30-6

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

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

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

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

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

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