Luyện nghe bài hát A Sweet Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun

But it's raining, pouring
Didn't a sweater
Nebraska lets you come back home
No Hollywood wine by the thrifty mart

Any night I'll be to bet
There's a young
With sweet little dreams, pretty blue
there, just gettin' all wet

And now there's a place off the
the Gilbert Hotel
And now the couple
Burned out in the

And it's better the bus stop
And they do good business time it rains
For little girls with in their jeans
blue wishes, sweet little dreams

And it's raining, it's
The old man is
Now I lay me down to
I hear the in the street

All my dreams are of chrome
I have no way to get back
I'd rather die I wake like Marilyn Monroe
And you could throw my out in the street
And let the make 'em grow

Now the clerk, he got a club foot
He's heard every hard luck
At least a hundred or more
He says, out time is 10 a.m.

And just what he means
Go on up the
With sweet little wishes
Your blue dreams

And it's raining, pouring
And Hollywood's fine
Swindle a little girl out of her
Now the letter in the

Now, trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark
Be of that old bow tie he wears
It a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet in your hair

No, ain't no cherry bomb
4th of July's all
It's just some fool playin' that line
From the barrel of a pretty gun

No, that ain't no bomb
4th of all done
That some fool playin' that line
the barrel of a pretty blue gun