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

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

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

And now a place off the drag
Called the Hotel
And now the letter
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 wishes, sweet little dreams

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

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

Now the night clerk, he got a club
He's every hard luck story
At least a times or more
He says, out time is 10 a.m.

And just what he means
Go on up the
With sweet little wishes
Your blue dreams

And raining, it's pouring
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 from a pretty blue gun
To put those ribbons in your hair

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

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