Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The made their money on the blood you shed
momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Street sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't talkin' because everybody knows
We pulled your up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker home

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

Whoa!

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

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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 into your darkness, now all remains
Is my love for you brother, life's still
To him that threw you away, you ain't but gone
My biker's coming home

And now I'm out white lines
Countin' lines and getting stoned
My gypsy coming home

Whoa!

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