Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Street Girl

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

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

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

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

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

Now the rain's gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the
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

in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a man's 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

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

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

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