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 dancing in the Birmingham jail
in the Birmingham jail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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