Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators made their money on the blood you
Your momma's pulled the up off your bed
Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody
We pulled your cycle up back the and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy coming home

Sister Mary sits with colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted, which you on?
They would march up over the hill, this old fools
Shouting victory for the for you must hear the grace
Ain't nobody talkin', but just waiting on the
biker coming home

Whoa!

[Guitar

We into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood around the circle as she lit up the
The spring hot desert wind down on us all the way back home

[Harmonica

To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout wrong or right
You me that question, I didn't get it right
You slipped your darkness, now all that remains
Is my for you brother, life's still unchanged
To him that threw you away, you ain't but gone
My gypsy biker's coming

And now I'm out countin' lines
white lines and getting stoned
My gypsy biker's coming

Whoa!

[Guitar

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