Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

Falling in the Tahoe 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 off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that corn
Blew a in the hood 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
a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the
He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the

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

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

Shadow fixed the with an old trombone
He got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin' by the Erie with a bull dog
Tellin' he saw
went thatta way
Tellin' 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 of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street Girl was the 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 of a blind man's cane
Pullin' Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the on the door
With one eye on the and the other on the door

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

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

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