Luyện nghe bài hát Linden Arden Stole The Highlights

Linden stole the highlights
one hand tied behind his back
Loved the sun, and whiskey
Ran like in his veins

Loved to go to on Sunday
Even he was a drinking man
When the came to San Francisco
They were for his life

But he found out where they were
Met them face to face
Cleaved heads off with a hatchet
Lord, he was a man

And someone tried to get above him
He took the law into his own hands
Linden Arden the highlights

And put his fingers through the glass
He had heard all those
Many times before
And he did not nor care to ask

And he loved the children
Like they were his own
You say, "Someday it may get lonely"
Now livin', livin' with a gun