Luyện nghe bài hát Choctaw Bingo

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

You know he no 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 from Kansas and west Arkansas
It'll be one big old party like you never saw

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

He plays Choctaw 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 to the chipping mill
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 mind the smell

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

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

At that Indian smoke shop with the big smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee
Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he quite

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

And he stopped off in Tushka at Pop's Knife and Gun place
a SKS rifle and a couple full cases
Of that core ammo with the Berdan primers
From East bloc 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 surplus tracers for that old bar of Slayton's
Soon's it gets dark we're have us a time
We're have us a time

Ruth Ann and Lynn come 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 neon
And they ride town where everyone can see 'em
And they burn all night, you know burn all night
You they burn all night

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

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

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

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