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

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

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

And now there's a off the drag
Called the Hotel
And now the couple
Burned out in the

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

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

All my dreams are made of
I have no way to get back
I'd rather die before I like 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 every hard luck story
At least a hundred times or
He says, out time is 10 a.m.

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

And it's raining, it's
And just fine
Swindle a little 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 from a pretty gun
To put those ribbons in your hair

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

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