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 getting on in

You know he no longer but he's still 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 great big old party you never saw

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

He plays that Bingo every Friday night
You he had to leave Texas but he won't 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 mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the don't sell
You know he likes money, he don't mind the smell

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

He was going to Dallas, Texas in a semi
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 the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee hit Muskogee late that night
ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he quite

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

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

And a Desert Eagle that's one big ol' pistol
I mean, 50 caliber made by bad ass
And some surplus tracers for that old bar of
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 one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the store
got them Rolling Stones lips up there

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

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

Uncle got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his bride
He's cut that corner pasture into acre
He sells 'em owner financed strictly to

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

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