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

But raining, it's pouring
bring a sweater
Nebraska never you come back home
No Hollywood wine by the mart sign

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

And now there's a place off the
Called the Gilbert
And now the letter
Burned out in the

And it's better the bus stop
And they do good every time it rains
For little girls nothing in their jeans
Pretty blue wishes, little dreams

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

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

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

And that's just what he
Go on up the
With your sweet wishes
Your pretty blue

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

Now, never trust a 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 ribbons in your hair

No, that no cherry bomb
4th of July's all
It's just some fool playin' that second
the barrel of a pretty blue gun

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