Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and
This old town's been rousted, which you on?
They would march up over the hill, old fools parade
Shouting victory for the righteous for you hear the grace
Ain't talkin', but just waiting on the phone
Gypsy biker coming

Whoa!

[Guitar

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

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To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout wrong or right
You asked me that question, I didn't get it
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 biker's coming home

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

Whoa!

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