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 spent all my buttons on an old mule

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

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

And I kicked that to the top of the tree
Kicked that to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a
And I cut me a switch from a branch elbow

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6
you into 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 from a red
Lionel, Dave and the butcher three

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

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

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

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

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