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 home
No Hollywood wine by the thrifty mart

Any night be willin' to bet
There's a girl
sweet little dreams, pretty blue wishes
Standin' there, just all wet

And now a place off the drag
Called the Hotel
And now the letter
Burned out in the

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

And it's raining, pouring
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 home
I'd rather die before I wake Marilyn Monroe
And you throw my dreams out in the street
And let the rain make 'em

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

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

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

Now, never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after
Be careful of that old bow tie he
It takes a sweet little bullet a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet ribbons in your

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

No, that ain't no cherry
4th of July's all
That some playin' that second line
the barrel of a pretty blue gun