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
up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's getting on in years

You know he no longer travels but he's pretty spry
He's not much on and he's just too mean to die
And they'll be down from Kansas and from west Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you saw

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

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

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

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

He was going to Dallas, Texas in a truck
Called from that big McDonald's, you know the one that's up
On that great big ol' across 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 Nation hit Muskogee late that
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Bypass
Roscoe tried to 'em but he didn't quite

Bob and Mae up from 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 Tushka at Pop's Knife and Gun place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple full
Of that steel core ammo with the primers
From some East nation that no longer needs 'em

And a Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol
I mean, 50 made by bad ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for 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 from Baxter
And that's one raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar to the lingerie store
That's got Rolling Stones lips up there

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

Ruth Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off
And skinny little 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 and we'd be havin' us a time

Uncle Slayton's got his pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian
cut that corner pasture into acre lots
He 'em owner financed strictly to them

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 every Friday night
He his Johnny Walker at that Club 69

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