Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe mud
Stick to tell us all the tale
He in love 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 bran' new Michigan 20
Got all liquored up on roadhouse corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a corvette
a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the of a Texaco
a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
He left Waukegan at the of the door

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

Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's
day old bread in kerosene
He was blue as a egg brown as a hog
Stayin' out of circulation till the 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
by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
Tellin' he saw
They thatta way
everyone he saw
They thatta way

Now the like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Northern's pullin' out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a in the straw
And a Gun Girl 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' Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the
With one eye on the and the other on the door

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

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

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