Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators made their on the blood you shed
Your pulled the sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Jhames sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin' because knows
We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the
Our biker coming home

Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and
This old town's been rousted, which you on?
They would march up over the hill, old fools parade
Shouting victory for the for you must hear the grace
Ain't talkin', but just waiting on the phone
Gypsy coming home

Whoa!

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

[Harmonica

To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or
You asked me that question, I didn't get it
You slipped your darkness, now all that remains
Is my love for you brother, still unchanged
To him that threw you away, you nothing but gone
My gypsy coming home

And now I'm out white lines
Countin' white lines and stoned
My biker's coming home

Whoa!

[Guitar

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