Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise is hiding in tunnel
In the Broadway
crawling on our knees
We've got and batteries
got cold cuts from the fridge

Last about this time
We used to up in the branches
Just to sway there in some
Now the cops on the
They want Cherokee

People to talk
Tongues are waggin' fences
over phones
All their doors are
God she can't even to our own house
But I where she'll go

To the place you can stand
And press hands like it was bubble bath
In dust piled high as me, under the street
My friend poor Louise

Ever since we 13
It's a minefield walking to the door
out you get the 3rd degree
And comin' in you get the 3rd War

Tuesday school
We put our on the rails
And when the train by
We were jumpin' 'round like
Goin', "Look, no or tails"
Goin', "Look, my prize"

She runs home to her dad
He opens up a
And he her to her knees
Oh please be here,
My poor Cherokee Louise

Louise is hiding in this tunnel
In the Broadway
We're on our knees
I've got and Silver Screen
I know she is

The place you can stand
And press your hands it was bubble bath
In dust piled as me, down under the street
My friend Cherokee Louise, oh Cherokee Louise

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