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 wine by the thrifty mart

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

And now a place 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 every time it rains
For girls with nothing in their jeans
Pretty wishes, sweet little dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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