Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's and gone
This old town's been rousted, side you on?
They would march up over the hill, this old fools
Shouting victory for the for you must hear the grace
Ain't nobody talkin', but just on the phone
Gypsy coming home

Whoa!

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

[Harmonica

To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's 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 threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy biker's coming

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

Whoa!

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