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 dancing in the Birmingham jail
in the Birmingham jail

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

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

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 till the dogs get tired
Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get

fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the morning on a
Sittin' by the Erie with a whipped dog
everyone he saw
They went way
everyone he saw
They went way

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin
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

in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's
into Baker 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 other on the

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

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

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