Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling James in the mud
around to tell us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun girl and
Now he's in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the jail

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

I said, John, John he's long
Gone to
never coming home
I said John, John he's long
Gone to
never coming home

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

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

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

Riding in the by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a man's cane
Pullin' Baker 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 pair of shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a millionaire
They tied her to a tree a skinny millionaire

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

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