Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

Sitting in a in St. John's Wood
day old bread 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 the toilet with an old trombone
He got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin' by the Erie with a whipped dog
Tellin' he saw
went thatta way
Tellin' he saw
went thatta way

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin
And the Northern's 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 heard the clack tappin' of a blind man's cane
into Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the

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

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