Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the
With a head full of bourbon and a 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 shadow by the St. Joe
He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's
Pullin' 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 Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row
And she smuggled in a new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair,
tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

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