Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The made their money 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 everybody
We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the
Our gypsy coming home

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

Whoa!

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

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

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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