Luyện nghe bài hát Choctaw Bingo

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

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

Uncle got his Texan pride
Back in the with his Asian bride
got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey he still knows how

He plays that Choctaw Bingo every night
You know he had to Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Eufala
Caught a great big ol' cat on a driftin' jug line

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

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

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

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

Bob and Mae come up from some town
Way down by Lake Texoma 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 and a couple full cases
Of that steel core ammo with the primers
From some East nation that no longer needs 'em

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

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

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

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

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan
in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's cut that pasture into acre lots
He sells 'em financed strictly to them

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

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