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

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

Any night I'll be to bet
There's a girl
With sweet little dreams, pretty wishes
Standin' there, gettin' all wet

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

And better than the bus stop
And they do good business time it rains
For little girls with nothing in their
Pretty blue wishes, little 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 Marilyn Monroe
And you could 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 a hundred times or more
He says, out time is 10 a.m.

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

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

Now, never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades dark
Be careful of old bow tie he wears
It takes a sweet bullet from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet ribbons in hair

No, that no cherry bomb
4th of all done
It's just fool playin' that second line
From the of a pretty blue gun

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