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

But it's raining, it's
bring a sweater
Nebraska lets you come back home
No Hollywood wine by the mart sign

Any I'll be willin' to bet
There's a young
With sweet little dreams, pretty wishes
there, just gettin' all wet

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

And it's better the bus stop
And they do business every time it rains
For little girls with in their jeans
Pretty blue wishes, sweet 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 made of
I have no way to get home
I'd rather die before I wake like Monroe
And you could my dreams out in the street
And let the rain 'em grow

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 what he means
Go on up the
With your sweet little
Your blue dreams

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

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

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

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