Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

Took a 100 off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran' new 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse
a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova 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 of the door

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

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

Shadow the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the on a Saturday
Sittin' by the Erie with a bull dog
Tellin' he saw
went thatta way
Tellin' he saw
They went way

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

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

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

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

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