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

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

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

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

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

He was going to Dallas, Texas in a semi
Called from 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 shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee 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 now for two years running
But he says they be this year, no they won't be this year

And he stopped off in Tushka at that Pop's and Gun place
Bought a SKS and a couple full cases
Of that steel 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 made by bad ass Hebrews
And some surplus for that old bar of Slayton's
Soon's it gets dark we're gonna us a time
We're gonna us a time

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

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

Ann and Lynn, they wear them cut off britches
And those skinny little halters and they're cousins to me
Man I don't 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 from do
Sisters twisted 'til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a

Uncle Slayton's got his pride
in the thickets with 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 that payment, he takes it back
He plays that Bingo every Friday night
He his Johnny Walker at that Club 69

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