Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

Lay pistol down, babe
Lay pistol down
Pistol packing
Lay pistol down

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

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

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

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

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

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

three tough gals
From deep Texas way
We got no
They like the way we play
We're a rough rooting tooting shooting
But you to see my sister Cleo
a terror make no error
But there ain't no lassie
what we tell her

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

Pappy made a of corn
The revenuers
The was slow
So now they
You do that to Mame

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

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

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

Oh, pistol packing
Lay that pistol