Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

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

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

Oh, lay that pistol down,
Lay that pistol
Pistol mama
Lay thing down
it goes off
And somebody

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

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

We're three tough
From deep down way
We got no
They don't the way we play
We're a rough tooting shooting trio
But you ought to see my Cleo
a terror make no error
But there ain't no lassie
what we tell her

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

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

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

Oh, packing mama
Lay that down