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 all my buttons on an old pack mule

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

Well, I cooked feathers on the iron spit
And I me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a 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 a long branch elbow

I'm gonna 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 buckets from a red
Tore out the from a red corvette
Lionel, Dave and the made three

You got to meet me by the of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a
You know me and that scrambled 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 into
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6

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

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

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