Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

Sister sits with 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 hear the
Ain't nobody talkin', but waiting on the phone
Gypsy coming home

Whoa!

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

[Harmonica

To the dead, it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me 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 threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My biker's coming home

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

Whoa!

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