Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe 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 Birmingham

Took a 100 off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all up on that roadhouse corn
Blew a in the hood 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 of a Texaco
a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the

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

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

Shadow fixed the toilet 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
everyone he saw
They went way

Now the rain's gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern's 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 Street girl was the of it all

Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe
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 pistol and the other on the

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 long yellow hair,
They tied her to a tree a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree a skinny millionaire

I said, John, he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't never coming
I said John, John long 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 kiss a Gun Street Girl again

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