Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

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

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

Well, I them feathers on the iron spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig
And I me a Billy 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 hole 'bout the size of a
And I cut me a switch from a long branch

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

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

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

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

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

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