Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe mud
around to tell us all the tale
He in love with a Gun Street girl and
Now he's dancing in the Birmingham
in the Birmingham jail

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

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 home

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

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

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin
And the Burlington pullin' out of the world
With a full 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

in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind cane
Pullin' 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 to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of shoes
With her fireman's and her long yellow hair, well
They her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a with a skinny millionaire

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

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