Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators made their on the blood you shed
momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed
Profiteers on Jhames Street your shoes and clothes
nobody talkin' because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up back the and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy coming home

Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted, which you on?
They would march up over the hill, this old fools
Shouting 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 around the circle as she lit up the
The hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home

[Harmonica

To the dead, well it don't matter '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, still unchanged
To him that threw you away, you ain't but gone
My gypsy biker's coming

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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