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 home
No wine by the thrifty mart sign

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

And now there's a off the drag
Called the Gilbert
And now the couple
Burned out in the

And it's than the bus stop
And they do good 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 to sleep
I the sirens in the street

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

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

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

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

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

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

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