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

But raining, it's pouring
bring a sweater
Nebraska never lets you back home
No Hollywood wine by the thrifty mart

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

And now a place off the drag
Called the Gilbert
And now the letter
out in the sign

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

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

All my dreams are of chrome
I no way to get back home
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 club
He's heard hard luck story
At least a hundred or more
He says, out time is 10 a.m.

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

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

Now, never a scarecrow 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 ribbons in your hair

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

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