Luyện nghe bài hát Jeannie Needs A Shooter

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

She came down from Knightstown with her hands from the line
From the first time I 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 wanted Jeannie and I'd her like I said

Jeannie needs a
Shooter me
Jeannie needs a

Jeannie a shooter
Shooter on her
needs a shooter

Jeannie needs a
Jeannie needs a

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

needs a shooter
Shooter me
needs a shooter

Jeannie a shooter
on her side
Jeannie needs a

needs a shooter
Jeannie a shooter

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

Jeannie needs a