Luyện nghe bài hát Little Amsterdam

Little
In a southern
Hominy get it on the plate
Momma keep your head
it wasn't my bullet

Don't me back to the range
Back to the
I'm just out of the cell in my brain
(Ooo)

Don't, don't, take me back to the
to the range
'Cause you got to know these days
Which side on

Hmm
Na na na na ne ya na
Na na na na naa na

got a shot, shit
She loved a man
Then she built a in the Sheriff's bed
do anything to save her man

You see her
They are all pressed
And her best is a Sun dress
But Momma, it wasn't my
No, ooh

Don't take me to the range
to the range
I'm just out of the cell in my brain
Don't don't take me back to the
Back to the
'Cause girl you got to these days

Na na na na na na ne ya na
Na na na na naa na na
Na na na na

All
Got a in the city
Hey, got a and a place for two
Got a goat and a phone, I
"Boy, you are my Avenue"

and around and around I go
(Say you are willing to around for me, my babe)
Round and around this for keeps
Round and and around I go
(Say you are to hang around for me, my babe)
Round and around this time for

only you can save my soul
And playin' organ must count
For

You got to these days

Little Amsterdam, shot down
They her with a butter bean bouquet
And the Sheriff now, ride away
Like he said the sunset, and I won't say
That he shouldn't have
But Momma, it my bullet