Luyện nghe bài hát Choctaw Bingo

Strap kids in give 'em a little bit of vodka
In a Cherry Coke, we're to Oklahoma
To the family for the first time in years
It's up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's on in years

You know he no longer travels but he's pretty spry
He's not much on talking and he's too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down Kansas and from west Arkansas
It'll be one big old party like you never saw

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan
Back in the thickets with his Asian
got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause he still how

He that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave but he won't say why
He owns a quarter up by Lake Eufala
Caught a big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line

Sells his timber to the chipping mill
Cooks that meth because the shine don't sell
He cooks that meth because the shine don't sell
You he likes that money, he don't mind the smell

My Roscoe, Slayton's oldest boy
From his marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in East St. Louis by his momma's
Where they do things different thought just come down

He was to Dallas, Texas in a semi truck
Called from that big McDonald's, you know the one built up
On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Turnpike
Took the Big exit, stopped and bought a cartons of cigarettes

At that Indian smoke shop with the big neon rings
In the Cherokee hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee
Roscoe to miss 'em but he didn't quite

Bob and Mae come up some little town
Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches
They were two a now for two years running
But he says they won't be this year, no they won't be year

And he stopped off in at that Pop's Knife and Gun place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple full
Of that core ammo with the Berdan primers
From some East bloc nation that no needs 'em

And a Desert Eagle one great big ol' pistol
I mean, 50 caliber made by bad ass
And some tracers for that old bar of Slayton's
Soon's it gets dark we're gonna us a time
We're have us a time

Ruth Ann and Lynn come down Baxter Springs
And that's one hell raisin' town way up in Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie
got them Rolling Stones lips up there

in pink neon
And they ride down where everyone can see 'em
And they burn all night, you know they all night
You know they all night

Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little and they're second cousins to me
Man I care I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' on like a old Bois D' Arc fence post
You could hang a rail gate from do some
twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan
Back in the with his Asian bride
He's cut that corner into acre lots
He sells 'em owner strictly to them

got no kind of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers
When they miss that payment, then he takes it
He plays that Choctaw every Friday night
He his Johnny Walker at that Club 69

We're gonna them kids in give 'em a little bit O' Benadryl
And a Cherry Coke we're to Oklahoma
have us a time, gonna have us a time