Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin' Long Like This

R. Crowell - Jolly Cheeks - BMI

I for trouble and I found it son,
Straight down the of a lawman's gun.
I'd try to run but I think I can,
You one move and you're a dead man, friend.

Ain't long like this,
Can't live at all this, can I baby?
He slipped the handcuffs on my back,
Then left me freezin' on a rail rack.
Can't sleep at all in the baby,
Ain't livin' long this.

Grew up in Houston on the drive,
Son of a car hop in all nite dive.
Dad a stock car to an early death,
All I remember was a man's breathe.

Ain't livin' long this,
Can't at all like this, can I baby?
We know the story how the wheel 'round,
Don't let 'em you to the man downtown,
got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
Ain't livin' long this,
Can't live at all this, can I baby? Ah take it!

{Erik -

I live for Angel, a road house queen,
Makes Texas Ruby like Sandra Dee.
I want to her but I don't know how,
I'm at the of a jailhouse now.

Ain't livin' long this,
live at all like this, can I baby?
You know the story 'bout the rock,
Go on and do it, but just get caught.
got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
Oh, livin' long like this.
Oh no!

{Erik -