Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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