Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Bonnie and Mister Clyde

I was mindin' my own business on Deep Elum Street
The sun was comin' up and the birds was sweet
When a car come around the corner, long and and brown
Pulls up to the curb beside me and rolls 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 peer 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 used
Their patience was proportional to the shortness of fuse
pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her side
And Clyde was cleanin' his fingernails with a foot long Knife
I 'em back the Cigarettes and the Dallas Mornin' Sun
I told 'em made the papers front page and column one
Ah, we don't need no smart-assed kid actin' as our
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 little proposition that just catch your eye
The biggest haul of Fort Knox Gold they're back tonight
And loadin' it up in an Car at the crack of the mornin' light
grabbed 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 we might just be partners on the side
But don't even think about double crossin' 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 were now, oh so close at hand
Bonnie kept makin' at me, it was hard to look away
She looked like an country girl who had somehow gone astray
Clyde once imagined he was Hood but now his greed was startin' to show
Instead of the wealth around he was Wallerin' 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 gonna your hide! Clyde!

Clyde would've shot me then and if he wasn't so sluggin' drunk
'Bout the time he his shootin' iron he passed out on his trunk
Me and Bonnie made our break, in 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
a week the headlines came, showed Clyde on an old divan
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 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 decided to spend our Honeymoon down Niagra Hill
We made the maddest wettest bumpiest fallin' down that waterfall
Like a crazy pair of desert doves who had never rain fall
The Police lights blinkin' at our motel room, outside
But We went back to hear the tale of Miss Bonnie and Mr. Clyde