Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

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

I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I should've used
patience was proportional to the shortness of their fuse
Bonnie's pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her
And Clyde was cleanin' his with a foot long Bowie Knife
I brung 'em back the Cigarettes and the Mornin' Sun
I told 'em made the papers front page and column 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

Excuse me sir I says to him, but I you was a business guy
I might have a little proposition that just might catch 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 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 be partners on the side
But don't even think about crossin' Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde

a week I'd been transformed from 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 gone
Clyde once imagined he was Robin but now his greed was startin' to show
Instead of the wealth around he was Wallerin' in the Dough
And when he started slappin' around something went off in me inside, I said,
If you keep Bonnie around, I'm gonna have your hide! Clyde!

Clyde would've shot me and there if he wasn't so sluggin' drunk
'Bout the time he raised his iron 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 thru Louisville
We got married in Niagra Falls, I got a job as a man
Within a week the headlines came, Clyde on an old divan
Shot full of holes, the both of them, which the paper then
As the love who led him to his grave, Miss Bonnie and Mr.

We just couldn't believe we got away with a scheme as big as
We were drinks and tossin' scraps to all the dogs and cats
We rented us a that night 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 never seen rain
The Police were blinkin' at our motel room, outside
But We never went back to hear the tale of Bonnie and Mr. Clyde