Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

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

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

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

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

Clyde would've me then and there if he wasn't so sluggin' drunk
'Bout the time he raised his shootin' he passed out on his trunk
Me and made our break, in Clyde's Caddilac De Ville
Bonnie was already on my lap as we flew Louisville
We got married in Niagra Falls, I got a job as a man
Within a week the headlines came, showed Clyde on an old
Shot of holes, the both of them, which the paper then Identified
As the love who led him to his grave, Miss and Mr. Clyde

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