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 shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody
We your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker home

Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and
This old been rousted, which side you on?
They would up over the hill, this old fools parade
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 the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood around the circle as she lit up the
The spring hot desert wind down on us all the way back home

bridge]

To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout 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, still unchanged
To him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but
My biker's coming home

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

Whoa!

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