Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

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

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

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

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

Oh, lay pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol
packing mama
Lay thing down
Before it off
And somebody

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

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

We're three gals
deep down Texas way
We got no
They like the way we play
a rough rooting tooting shooting trio
But you ought to see my Cleo
She's a make no error
But ain't no lassie fairer
Here's what we her

Lay that pistol down,
Lay that pistol
Pistol packing
Lay that down

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

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

Oh, singing songs in a
Was I fun
Until one night it seem right
And now I'm on the run

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

Oh, packing mama
Lay pistol down