Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Louise

Cherokee Louise is in this tunnel
In the Broadway
We're on our knees
We've got flashlights and
We've got cold cuts from the

Last year about this
We used to up in the branches
Just to there in some breeze
Now the cops on the
want Cherokee Louise

People to talk
Tongues are over fences
Waggin' phones
All their are locked
God she can't come to our own house
But I know where go

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

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

Tuesday after
We put our pennies on the
And when the went by
We were jumpin' like fools
Goin', "Look, no or tails"
Goin', "Look, my prize"

She home to her foster dad
He up a zipper
And he yanks her to her
Oh be here, please
My friend Cherokee Louise

Cherokee is hiding in this tunnel
In the Bridge
We're crawling on our
I've got Archie and Screen
I know she is

The where you can stand
And press your like it was bubble bath
In piled high as me, down under the street
My friend poor Louise, oh Cherokee Louise

Louise
Cherokee
Cherokee
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