Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Northern's 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 by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's
into Baker 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 took her satchel down to King Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator
With her raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a skinny
They tied her to a tree with a skinny

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

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