Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

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

I a joke about Lucky Strikes that I never should've used
Their was proportional to the shortness of their fuse
Bonnie's pretty little finger was twitchin' by her side
And Clyde was cleanin' his with a foot long Bowie Knife
I brung 'em back the Cigarettes and the Mornin' Sun
I told 'em they made the papers front page and one
Ah, we need no smart-assed kid actin' as our guide
Now just run along like you never seen, Miss Bonnie and Mr.

Excuse me sir I says to him, but I you was a business guy
I might have a little 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 me by the belt loop and pulled me in the car
And Clyde held a saw'd-off to my 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 been transformed a beggar to a wanted man
The dreams I'd had of a glamorous life were now, oh so at hand
kept makin' eyes at me, it was hard to look away
She looked like an innocent country girl who had somehow astray
Clyde once imagined he was Robin but now his greed was startin' to show
Instead of spreading the wealth around he was in the Dough
And when he started slappin' Bonnie around something off in me inside, I said,
If you keep slappin' Bonnie around, I'm have your hide! Clyde!

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

We just couldn't believe we got away with a as big as that
We were buying drinks and tossin' scraps to all the dogs and
We rented us a barrel that at the Whiskey Still
And decided to our Honeymoon floatin' down Niagra Hill
We made the maddest wettest bumpiest love fallin' down 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 back to hear the tale of Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde