Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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 hood of a yellow
Blew a hole in the hood of a corvette
Bought a second hand from a Cuban Chinese
his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a radio, quarter past 4
Well he Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
He left at the slammin' of the door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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