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

But it's raining, pouring
Didn't a sweater
Nebraska never lets you come back
No Hollywood by the thrifty mart sign

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

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

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

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

All my are made of chrome
I have no way to get home
I'd rather die before I wake like Marilyn
And you throw my dreams out in the street
And let the make 'em grow

Now the clerk, he got a club foot
He's heard every luck story
At least a hundred times or
He says, check out is 10 a.m.

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

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

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

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

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