Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

I was my own business down on Deep Elum Street
The sun was comin' up and the was singin' sweet
When a car come around the corner, long and and brown
Pulls up to the curb beside me and rolls their window
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 a man and a woman inside
Jumpin' Bolts of Lightnin' it's Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I should've used
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 back the Cigarettes and the Mornin' Sun
I told 'em they made the papers page and column one
Ah, we need no smart-assed kid actin' as our guide
Now run along like you never seen, Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

Excuse me sir I to him, but I thought you was a business guy
I might have a little proposition that might catch your eye
The biggest haul of Fort Knox they're a'haulin back tonight
And loadin' it up in an Car at the crack of the mornin' light
Bonnie grabbed me by the belt and pulled 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 think about double crossin' Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

Within a I'd been transformed from a beggar to a wanted man
The dreams I'd had of a glamorous were 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 Hood but now his greed was startin' to show
Instead of spreading the around he was Wallerin' in the Dough
And when he started Bonnie around 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 wasn't so sluggin'
the time he raised his shootin' iron he passed out on his trunk
Me and made our break, in Clyde's Caddilac De Ville
Bonnie was on my lap as we flew thru Louisville
We got in Niagra Falls, I got a job as a paper man
Within a the headlines came, showed Clyde on an old divan
Shot full of holes, the both of them, which the paper then
As the who led him to his grave, Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

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