Luyện nghe bài hát The Mafia Stole My Guitar

The mafia stole my
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The old Telecaster
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Down way where they swing all day
The sun beats down on Miami
the dues
For the blues

The syndicate man's on the
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He he got a system on hire
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In the old Cuba woods they was my goods
the vine drinking the wine
Walking the tracks the old outback

The turning the screws
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He thinks got nothing to lose
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But it's gotta be done on the run
goodbye I dont wanna cry
If the good was willing and the creek's not dry

Oh God father, why hast forsaken me?
Oh God father, why hast forsaken me?