Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington pullin' out of the world
a head full of bourbon and a dream 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 cane
into Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the and the other on the door
one eye on the pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of 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, he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't never home
I said John, John he's gone
to Indiana
Ain't coming home
Bangin' on a with an old tin cup
Sing I'll kiss a Gun Street Girl again
never kiss a Gun Street Girl again

I said, John, he's long gone
to Indiana
Ain't coming home
I said John, John long gone
to Indiana
Ain't coming home