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 shop
And I leaned it up a dandelion tree
I leaned it up against a tree
it up against a dandelion tree

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

And I that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked 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 you into kindlin'
crow, 16 shells from a 30-6
Whittle you kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells from a

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

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

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

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

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

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