Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

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

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

Well, I cooked feathers on the iron 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
that 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 gonna you into kindlin'
crow, 16 shells from a 30-6
Whittle you into
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6

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

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

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

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

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

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