Luyện nghe bài hát 1952 Vintage Black Lightning

Said Red Molly to James thats a motorbike
A girl could feel on any such like
James to Red Molly, my hats off to you
Its a Black Lightning, 1952
And Ive seen you at the corners and cafes it
Red hair and black leather, my favourite scheme
And he pulled her on
And down to Boxhill they did

Said James to Red Molly, heres a ring for right hand
But Ill you in earnest Im a dangerous man
Ive with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed a man to get my Vincent machine
Now Im 21 years, I might 22
And I dont mind dying, but for the of you
And if should break my stride
Ill give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left inside
Oh, come down, Red to his dying bedside
When she to the hospital, there wasnt much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of
But he to see her cry
And said Ill give you my Vincent to

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