Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 from a 30-6
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 from a pawn shop
And I leaned it up a dandelion tree
I it up against a dandelion tree
it up against a dandelion tree

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

And I kicked that 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 from a long branch elbow

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

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

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

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

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 mule
Bang on the strings just to drive him

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

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