Luyện nghe bài hát Trudy

Call up on the telephone
Send a letter in the
Tell her, I'm hung up in
And they let me outta this jail
And if she asks you how I'm
Tell her, I'm about to lose my mind
about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I behind

Now Johnny Lee was a card mechanic
Had a hand for and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas
He had a gold watch chain and a mustache

And he his whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a big long limousine
Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in
And a hotel suite in New

Carried a knife in his left hip pocket
And a 44 hog leg up his coat
Cut you down in a New York
If he catch you cheating was all she wrote

So call up on the telephone
Send her a letter in the
Tell her, I'm up in Dallas
And they won't let me this jail
If she asks you how I'm
Tell her, I'm about to lose my mind
about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I behind

I just got to town Friday evening
Sure as hell didn't to stay
I was on my way back to
Had a thirst and six months pay

I met a blonde in a bar on D-ville
I was flying and feeling mean
Poured a bottle and a half of red eye
I dropped 35 dollars in the slot

And the boys in the was dealing 7 card
I set and won me a 110
I was raking in chips like Grant Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee come a in

He ripped off the bar a 707
soon he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheating he for a pistol
I grabbed a chair and went upside of his

Then I took off a running like a
Heard the whining and sirens wail
But it took half the cops in Dallas
to put one coon ass boy in jail

So call up Trudy on the
Send her a in the mail
Tell her, I'm up in Dallas
And they won't let me this jail
And if she asks you how I'm
Tell her, I'm just about to my mind
Worried about old Lee Walker
And the I left behind

So up Trudy on the telephone
her a letter in the mail
Tell her, I'm up in Dallas
And they won't let me this jail
And if she asks you how I'm
her, I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Lee Walker
And the I left behind

So call up on the telephone
Send her a in the mail