Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 shells from a
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 ladder a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion
I leaned it up against a tree
Leaned it up a dandelion tree

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

And I kicked that mule to the top of the
that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long elbow

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

Well, I slept in the 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 butcher three

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

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

Now I hold him in a Washburn Jail
And I strapped it on the of my old kick 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 loud to rattle 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 from a
you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6
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