Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

I said, John, John he's long
Gone to
Ain't coming home
I said John, John he's gone
Gone to
Ain't coming home

Sitting in a sycamore in St. Wood
Soakin' day old in kerosene
He was blue as a egg brown as a hog
Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get
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 Erie with a bull dog
everyone he saw
They went way
Tellin' 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 head full of 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 the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane
Pullin' Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the
one eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long hair, well
They tied her to a with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree a skinny millionaire

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

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