Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

Sitting in a in St. John's 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 till the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old
He got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin' by the with a bull whipped dog
everyone he saw
They thatta way
Tellin' he saw
went thatta way

Now the like 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 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 heard the click clack tappin' of a man's cane
into Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the

Miss Charlotte her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator
her fireman's 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, he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't coming home
I said John, John he's long
to Indiana
Ain't never home
Bangin' on a table an old tin cup
Sing I'll kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl

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