Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the rain's gravel on an old tin roof
And the Northern's 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 girl was the cause of it all

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

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

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

I said, John, John he's gone
Gone to
never coming home
I said John, John long gone
Gone to
never coming home