Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

I was mindin' my own business down on Elum Street
The sun was comin' up and the birds was singin'
When a car come around the corner, long and lean and
Pulls up to the curb beside me and their window down
A man throws me a dollar and I asked him that for
A pack of Luckies and a Paper at the corner store
I into the window there's a man and a woman inside
Holy Jumpin' Bolts of Lightnin' it's Miss and Mr. Clyde

I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I never should've
Their patience was proportional to the shortness of fuse
Bonnie's pretty little trigger was twitchin' by her side
And Clyde was cleanin' his with a foot long Bowie Knife
I brung 'em the Cigarettes and the Dallas Mornin' Sun
I told 'em they made the papers front and column one
Ah, we don't need no smart-assed kid actin' as our
Now just run along like you never seen, Miss Bonnie and Mr.

Excuse me sir I says to him, but I thought you was a guy
I might have a proposition that just might catch your eye
The biggest haul of Fort Knox Gold they're a'haulin tonight
And it up in an Armored Car at the crack of the mornin' light
Bonnie grabbed me by the belt loop and me in the car
And Clyde held a to my head and lit me a big cigar
If you're on the level then we might be partners on the side
But don't even think about double crossin' Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

Within a week I'd been from a beggar to a wanted man
The dreams I'd had of a glamorous life now, oh so close at hand
Bonnie kept makin' at me, it was hard to look away
She like an innocent country girl who had somehow gone astray
Clyde once imagined he was Robin Hood but now his greed was startin' to
Instead of spreading the around he was Wallerin' in the Dough
And when he started slappin' Bonnie something went off in me inside, I said,
If you keep slappin' Bonnie around, I'm gonna have hide! Clyde!

Clyde would've shot me then and there if he so sluggin' drunk
'Bout the time he raised his shootin' iron he passed out on his
Me and Bonnie our break, in Clyde's Caddilac De Ville
Bonnie was already on my lap as we flew thru
We got married in Niagra Falls, I got a job as a man
Within a the headlines came, showed Clyde on an old divan
Shot full of holes, the of them, which the paper then Identified
As the love who led him to his grave, Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

We just couldn't believe we got away with a as big as that
We were buying drinks and scraps to all the dogs and cats
We rented us a that night at the Whiskey Still
And decided to spend our Honeymoon down Niagra Hill
We made the maddest wettest bumpiest love fallin' that waterfall
Like a crazy pair of desert doves who had never seen fall
The lights were blinkin' at our motel room, outside
But We never back to hear the tale of Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde