Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe mud
Stick to tell us all the tale
He fell in love a Gun Street girl and
Now dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the jail

Took a 100 off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran' new Michigan 20
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse
Blew a hole in the hood of a corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a corvette
Bought a second hand from a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a
With a radio, quarter past 4
Well he Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
He left Waukegan at the of the door

I said, John, John long gone
Gone to
Ain't never coming
I said John, he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't never home

Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's
Soakin' day old bread in
He was blue as a robin's egg as a hog
out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Stayin' out of circulation till the get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old
He got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin' by the Erie with a bull dog
everyone he saw
They thatta way
Tellin' he saw
They went way

Now the rain's gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington pullin' out of the world
With a head full of and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street was the cause of it all
A Gun girl was the cause of it all

Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe
He the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane
Pullin' into on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the and the other on the door
With one eye on the and the other on the door

Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new of alligator shoes
With her raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a with a skinny millionaire

I said, John, he's long gone
Gone to
Ain't never coming
I John, John he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't never home
Bangin' on a with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl
I'll never kiss a Gun Street again

I said, John, John he's gone
Gone to
Ain't coming home
I said John, he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't coming home