Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 from a 30-6
And the black crow flew 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
Leaned it up against a tree

Well, I cooked them feathers on the iron
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig
And I beat me a Billy from an old horn

And I that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the
Blew me a hole 'bout the of a kickdrum
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 a 30-6

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 made three

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

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells from a
you into kindlin'
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 of my old kick mule
Bang on the strings to drive him crazy

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

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