Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Louise

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

year about this time
We used to up in the branches
Just to sway there in breeze
Now the cops on the
They want Louise

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

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

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 went by
We jumpin' 'round like fools
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 please be here,
My friend poor Louise

Cherokee Louise is hiding in this
In the Bridge
We're crawling on our
got Archie and Silver Screen
I where she is

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

Louise
Cherokee
Cherokee
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