Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the rain's like on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern's out of the world
a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Girl 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 clack tappin' of a blind man's cane
Pullin' into on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the and the other on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the on the door

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

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