Luyện nghe bài hát Chainsaw Charlie

Charlie got a and a pickle jar of

One way or another tonight she be
going for a
The and the poems he wrote,
somehow didn't win Samantha's heart
But she will be Charlie's, if he can only get
that old Poulan to
Been sittin' in the shed so long, the oil in the
has to sludge
yankin' on the cord all night but he can't get
the thing to budge
Samantha be walking by just like she
every night at 8
She's on the 10:05 tomorrow
morning be too late
Maybe it's the plug, or the gas he siphoned
from his daddy's
But that Poulan won't cooperate, it looks
Charlie be out of luck
And here comes his whistling
and walking the street
One last pull - the Poulan fires up and true
rolling past his
Look at Charlie and
another twisted modern tale
Samantha's in a jar somewhere
and Charlie's old in jail
True love make you crazy and
some of us
handle it too
now that Poulan's old and rusty - never cut
another piece of
yeah that Poulan's old and rusty, and never
cut piece of wood.