Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

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

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

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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