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 around the corner, long and lean and brown
up to the curb beside me and rolls their window down
A man me a dollar 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
Holy Jumpin' Bolts of Lightnin' it's Miss and Mr. Clyde

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

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

Within a I'd been transformed from a beggar to a wanted man
The dreams I'd had of a glamorous life were now, oh so close at
Bonnie kept makin' eyes at me, it was hard to look
She looked 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 the wealth around he was Wallerin' in the Dough
And when he slappin' Bonnie around something went off in me inside, I said,
If you keep slappin' Bonnie around, I'm gonna have 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 made our break, in Clyde's Caddilac De
was already on my lap as we flew thru Louisville
We got married in Falls, I got a job as a paper man
Within a week the headlines came, showed on an old divan
Shot full of holes, the both of them, 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 were buying and tossin' scraps to all the dogs and cats
We rented us a barrel that night at the Still
And decided to spend our Honeymoon floatin' down Hill
We made the maddest wettest bumpiest love fallin' that waterfall
Like a crazy pair of doves who had never seen rain fall
The Police lights blinkin' at our motel room, outside
But We never went back to hear the tale of Miss Bonnie and Mr.