Luyện nghe bài hát Tommy Jackson

It matter Tommy Jackson was running free
Cause the man he killed mattered much to me
There's talk in our town about Tommy might run
Wondered if it mattered, he has my gun

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

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

Close you eyes and bow your to pray if you can

Well you sealed your 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 jail cell were always on his mind
He ran out of cash at an east-bound truck
But he found work at Fritz's muffler shop
Fritz was a man and Pamela was his wife
2 a nice home and on the surface a good life
But drunk on Whisky Pam and Tommy had fun
18 Years of older now a dead man on the run

Now Sunday morning she goes down to the place where he lays
She Tommy how she never wanted things this way
Rest in Peace Tommy Jackson
18 Years of getting older now a man on the run