Luyện nghe bài hát Choctaw Bingo

Strap them in give 'em a little bit of vodka
In a Cherry Coke, going to Oklahoma
To the reunion for the first time in years
It's up at uncle 'cause he's getting on in years

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

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

He plays that Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he say why
He owns a quarter section up by Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a jug line

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruth Ann and Lynn, they them cut off britches
And those skinny halters and they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I want to get 'em
With a great big ol' hard on like a old Bois D' Arc fence
You could hang a rail gate from do some
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be us a time

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan
Back in the thickets his Asian bride
He's cut that corner pasture acre lots
He sells 'em owner financed strictly to

That's got no of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers
When they miss payment, then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every night
He drinks his Johnny Walker at that 69

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