Luyện nghe bài hát Tommy Jackson

It matter Tommy Jackson was running free
Cause the man he killed never much to me
There's in our town about where Tommy might run
if it mattered, he has used my gun

80 Miles East of the line down on my daddy's farm
He laid low for the night and he slept there in our barn
I watched him steal our and drive away in the sun
18 Years of getting now a dead man on the run

Isn't love a funny thing a pistol in your hand

Close you eyes and bow your to pray if you can

Well you your fate when you picked up that shotgun

18 Years of getting now a dead man on the run, on the run

For 15 days kept his conscience between the lines
His ex-wife and a cold cell were always on his mind
He ran out of cash at an east-bound truck
But he work there at Fritz's muffler shop
was a good man and Pamela was his wife
2 kids a nice home and on the surface a life
But drunk on Whisky Pam and Tommy had fun
18 Years of older now a dead man on the run

Now every Sunday morning she goes down to the place where he
She tells Tommy how she wanted things this way
Rest in Peace Jackson 1981
18 Years of older now a dead man on the run