Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

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

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

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

Oh, I'll you every 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 that thing
Before it off
And somebody

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

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

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

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

Pappy a batch of corn
The came
The drought was
So now they
You can't do that to

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

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

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

Oh, pistol mama
Lay that down