Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

Lay that pistol down,
Lay that pistol
Pistol mama
Lay pistol down

Oh, drinking beer in a
Was I fun
Until one she caught me right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay that pistol
packing mama
Lay that pistol

Oh, I'll sing you every Bing
And I'll woo you day
I'll be regular mama
And put that gun away

Oh, lay that pistol down,
Lay pistol down
Pistol mama
Lay thing down
it goes off
And hurts

Oh, she kicked out my
And she hit me the head
She cussed and and said I lied
And she that I was dead

Oh, lay pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol
Pistol packing
Lay that pistol

We're three gals
From deep Texas way
We got no
They don't like the way we
a rough rooting tooting shooting trio
But you to see my sister Cleo
She's a terror no error
But there ain't no lassie
Here's what we her

Lay that down, babe
Lay that pistol
packing mama
Lay that pistol

made a batch of corn
The came
The was slow
So now they
You do that to Mame

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay pistol down
Pistol packing
Lay that pistol

Oh, singing in a cabaret
Was I fun
Until one night it didn't seem
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay pistol down
packing mama
Lay that pistol

Oh, packing mama
Lay that down