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

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

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

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

And better than the bus stop
And they do business every time it rains
For little girls with nothing in their
Pretty blue wishes, sweet dreams

And it's raining, it's
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 I wake like Marilyn Monroe
And you could throw my 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 hundred times or
He says, check out is 10 a.m.

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

And raining, it's pouring
And Hollywood's fine
a little girl out of her dreams
Now the in the sign

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

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

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