Luyện nghe bài hát Jeannie Needs A Shooter

I was born down by the river, where the dirty flows
And the cold wind cut through me, it cut right through my
And the anger and the yearning, like fever in my
Set the fire

She came from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line
From the first I laid eyes on her I know that she'd be mine
Her father was a lawman, he swore he'd me dead
'Cause he knew I Jeannie and I'd haver her like I said

Jeannie a shooter
Shooter me
Jeannie a shooter

needs a shooter
Shooter on her
Jeannie needs a

needs a shooter
Jeannie a shooter

We met down by the on the final day in May
And when I leaned to kiss her, she did not turn away
I drew out all my and together we did vow
To meet that very evening, and get away somehow

Jeannie needs a
like me
Jeannie needs a

Jeannie needs a
on her side
Jeannie needs a

needs a shooter
Jeannie a shooter

The night was cold and rainy by the borderline
I was riding hard to her when a shot rang out behind
As I lay there in the with a pistol by my side
Jeannie and her father off into the night

needs a shooter