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

But raining, it's pouring
Didn't a sweater
never 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 wishes
Standin' there, gettin' all wet

And now there's a off the drag
Called the Gilbert
And now the couple
out in the sign

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

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

All my dreams are made of
I have no way to get back
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 club
He's heard every hard luck
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 little
Your blue dreams

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

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

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

No, that no cherry bomb
4th of all done
That some fool that second line
the barrel of a pretty blue gun