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

But it's raining, it's
Didn't a sweater
Nebraska lets you come back home
No Hollywood by the thrifty mart sign

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

And now there's a off the drag
the Gilbert Hotel
And now the letter
Burned out in the

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

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

All my dreams are of chrome
I have no way to get back
I'd die before I wake 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 foot
heard every hard luck story
At least a times or more
He says, check out is 10 a.m.

And just what he means
Go on up the
With your sweet wishes
pretty blue dreams

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

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

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

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