Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Louise

Cherokee is hiding in this tunnel
In the Bridge
We're crawling on our
We've got and batteries
We've got cold cuts the fridge

Last about this time
We used to up in the branches
to sway there in some breeze
Now the on the street
They Cherokee Louise

People like to
Tongues are waggin' over
Waggin' over
All their doors are
God she can't come to our own house
But I know she'll go

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

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

Tuesday after
We put our on the rails
And the train went by
We were 'round like fools
Goin', "Look, no or tails"
Goin', "Look, my prize"

She runs to her foster dad
He up a zipper
And he her to her knees
Oh please be here,
My friend poor Cherokee

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

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

Cherokee
Louise
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