Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

three tough gals
From deep down way
We got no
They don't like the way we
We're a rough rooting shooting trio
But you ought to see my sister
a terror make no error
But ain't no lassie fairer
Here's what we her

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

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

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

Oh, pistol packing
Lay pistol down