Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiography of a Pistol

I'm a pistol, a forty-five,
I shot two men in this hot-house dive.

Now I'm smoking - burning hot of metal.
it or not, I was bought by this guy named ray,
A card member of the nra,

But he me out in his car one day,
And now the finger on my hasn't seen it's sixteenth birthday.
Some things they never tell you when riding the assembly line.
who'll be the hands to hold you and what's their state of mind - -
Hey, I'm not bigger than a pointed index finger.
So who am I to lay the
I'm only to cause some pain...

The --
I can hear them, they're ...
singing my song,
"when the sun sets, I get --

Darkness fills me and I want to up the world"...

Would you believe I've better days?
I starred in westerns and won reviews.
Now I sit on a shelf, tagged for day.
I've got to change the jury's of view.
You see, don't kill people, it's the bullets that do.
I said don't kill people, bullets do.
Yeah, the do...