Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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

bridge]

To the dead, well it matter much 'bout who's 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 nothing but
My gypsy biker's coming

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

Whoa!

solo]

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