Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

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

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

Well, I cooked them feathers on the iron
And I filled me a sachel of old pig corn
And I beat me a Billy from an old French

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

I'm gonna whittle you into
Black crow, 16 shells a 30-6
you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells 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 of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a stretched like a clothesline
You know me and that mule right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the

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

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

And I strum it loud just to 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 you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells a 30-6
Whittle you into
Black crow, 16 shells a 30-6
30-6, 6