Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington pullin' 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 was the cause of it all

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

Miss took her satchel 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
tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a with a skinny millionaire

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

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