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

But it's raining, pouring
Didn't a sweater
Nebraska never lets you come back
No Hollywood wine by the thrifty sign

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades dark
Be careful of old bow tie he wears
It takes a sweet little from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet in your hair

No, that no cherry bomb
4th of all done
It's just some fool playin' that line
From the of a pretty blue gun

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