Luyện nghe bài hát Little Amsterdam

Little
In a southern
get it on the plate girl
Momma keep your down
Momma it my bullet

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

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

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

Momma got a shot,
She loved a man
she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
She'd do to save her man

You see her
They are all pressed
And her best friend is a Sun
But Momma, it my bullet
No, ooh

Don't take me to the range
to the range
I'm just comin' out of the cell in my
don't take me back to the range
Back to the
'Cause you got to know 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 room and a for two
Got a and a phone, I said
"Boy, you are my Avenue"

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

Father only you can my soul
And playin' that organ count
For

You got to these days

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