Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

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

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

Oh, lay pistol down, babe
Lay that down
packing mama
Lay that down
it goes off
And hurts

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

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

We're three tough
From down Texas way
We got no
They like the way we play
We're a rough tooting shooting trio
But you to see my sister Cleo
She's a terror make no
But ain't no lassie fairer
what we tell her

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

Pappy made a of corn
The came
The was slow
So now know
You can't do that to

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

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

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

Oh, pistol packing
Lay that pistol