Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

Sister Mary sits with colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
old town's been rousted, which side you on?
They march up over the hill, this old fools parade
Shouting for the righteous for you must hear the grace
nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phone
Gypsy biker home

Whoa!

[Guitar

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

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

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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