Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

Charlie, I'm
And on 9th Street
Right a dirty bookstore
Off Avenue

taking dope
Quit whiskey
My old man the trombone
out at the track

Says he loves me
Even though it's not his
Says that he'll him up
Like he his own son
Gave me a ring was worn by his mother
Takes me out every Saturday night

Charlie, I think you
time I pass the filling station
On of all the grease
You used to wear in hair

Still that record
Little and The Imperials
stole my record player
How do you like

Charlie, I went crazy
After Mario got
Went back to Omaha to live with my

But everyone I used to
Is either or in prison
back to Minneapolis
This time I think I'm stay

Charlie, I think I'm
For the time since my accident
I had all the money
We used to on dope

I'd buy me a car lot
And I wouldn't any of them
Just a different car everyday
Depending on how I

Charlie, for Christ
If you wanna know the of it
I don't have a
He don't play the

I need to money
To pay lawyer
And Charlie, hey
I'll be for parole
Come day