Luyện nghe bài hát 1952 Vintage Black Lightning

Said Red to James thats a fine motorbike
A could feel special on any such like
James to Red Molly, my hats off to you
Its a Vincent Black Lightning,
And Ive seen you at the corners and cafes it
Red and black leather, my favourite colour scheme
And he her on behind
And to Boxhill they did ride

Said James to Red Molly, heres a ring for your right
But Ill tell you in earnest Im a man
Ive fought the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent
Now Im 21 years, I make 22
And I dont dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should my stride
Ill give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For theyve young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his bedside
When she came to the hospital, there much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of
But he to see her cry
And said Ill you my Vincent to ride

Says James, in my opinion, theres nothing in world
Beats a 52 and a red headed girl
Now and Indians and Greeveses wont do
dont have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the
He said Ive got no further use for
I see angels on Ariels in leather and
Swooping down from heaven to carry me
And he gave her one kiss and died
And he her his Vincent to ride