Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Louise

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

Last year this time
We used to climb up in the
to sway there in some breeze
Now the on the street
want Cherokee Louise

People like to
are waggin' over fences
Waggin' phones
All their doors are
God she even come to our own house
But I where she'll go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherokee
Louise
Cherokee
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