Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

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

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

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

And I kicked that to the top of the tree
that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a branch elbow

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

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

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

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

Now I hold him prisoner in a 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
it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to his cage
it loud just to rattle his cage

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