Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators their money on the blood you shed
momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Jhames Street your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin' because knows
We pulled your up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker home

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the
We stood 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 asked me that question, I get it right
You slipped into your darkness, now all remains
Is my love for you brother, life's still
To him that you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy coming home

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

Whoa!

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