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

But it's raining, pouring
Didn't bring a
Nebraska never lets you come home
No Hollywood wine by the thrifty sign

Any night be willin' to bet
There's a girl
With sweet little dreams, pretty blue
Standin' there, just all wet

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

And it's better the bus stop
And they do business every time it rains
For little girls with nothing in their
Pretty blue wishes, 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 made of
I no way to get back home
I'd die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe
And you throw my dreams out in the street
And let the rain make 'em

Now the night clerk, he got a foot
He's heard every hard 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 your sweet wishes
pretty blue dreams

And raining, it's pouring
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 sweet little bullet from a blue gun
To put scarlet ribbons in your hair

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

No, that no cherry bomb
4th of July's all
some fool playin' that second line
From the barrel of a pretty gun