Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Under the Counter

Guns Under the

"Well, for you.
But we something too."
So said my

A bowling alley and counter
Filled with fellas on their break
From the Western Electric at a slant across the street
And next door So-and-So's men would come in, and the man himself very often

It was guns under the counter time
under the counter every time
Guns under the counter time
And bowling on the floor

Very often he was himself
And I, of course, had a special ball as a little girl,
And didn't I grow up, I grow up to be captain of the Morton girls bowling team? I did!
Though I don't attach much to that now, or then
Then the old Garfield El downtown
And on up to Street
And back to under the counter
Guns the counter every time
Guns the counter
And bowling on the second

I never liked Douglas
And no one it now
But that's neither nor there
There, or
of Crawford, where it is I stayed
Chicago straights
North, and
I in the Ms
But it was down on the side
Dr. Pane and his brother had their doughnut factory
And I mention it now

one day
Now I wasn't there, we in Davenport at that time
Some north side Irish bullets came zipping through that
In
Never stand at a
And the counter
Looking for men
Who had guns behind the counter
And you could smell the boiled cabbage on bullets
One of managed to hit a young pinsetter in the leg
you know it
But luckily
Dr. Pane
Was to see to it
He took some special blackberry filling out of his lunch bag
And applied it to the man's wound
You see, Dr. Peter was an interesting man
And an even more doctor
As he would use no or remedy that wasn't used in the manufacture
Of his down on 82nd and Kedzie with his brother.
But he tempered this by the fact he would rarely use ingredients
That have some medicinal purpose
Or so he

Here in the factory
They confectioner's sugar
So sweet it was
And so bitter that it could kill typhus
so shiny
It could set glaucoma
And so filling,
You didn't stitches
The same special blackberry filling that was applied to the young man's
Blackberry filling came straight from Dr. Peter Pane's lunch bag

We were in
With a big downtown
And I once kept a jackrabbit in the back
And I'd walk across the to Rock Island to Greek school
On a fine day
And I'd up at the sky
And at the river
But Davenport its name to Hooverville
So to speak, and we had to go to Chicago to move in with my