Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun Street and
Now he's dancing in the Birmingham
Dancing in the Birmingham

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

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

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

fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the on a Saturday
Sittin' by the Erie a bull whipped dog
Tellin' he saw
They went way
Tellin' he saw
They went way

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

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

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

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

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