Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe mud
Stick to tell us all the tale
He fell in love a Gun Street girl and
Now dancing in the Birmingham jail
in the Birmingham jail

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

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

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

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

Now the like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington pullin' out of the world
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 by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's
Pullin' into 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 on the door

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

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

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