Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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

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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 your darkness, now all that remains
Is my love for you brother, life's still
To him that you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy biker's home

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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