Luyện nghe bài hát Trudy

"Trudy"

Call up Trudy on the
Send a letter in the
Tell her I'm hung up in
And they let me outta this jail

And if she you how I'm fairing
Tell her I'm about to lose my mind
about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left

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

And he his whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a big Cadillac limosine
Kept a big fancy townhouse in Dallas
And a suite in New Orleans

Carried a switchblade knife in his hip pocket
And a .44 hog leg up under his
Cut you down in a New minute
If he catch you cheating that was all she

So call up on the telephone
Send her a in the mail
Tell her I'm up in Dallas
And they won't let me outta this

If she asks you how I'm
Tell her I'm just to lose my mind
Worried old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left

I got to town last Friday evening
Sure as hell didn't mean to
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 high and mean
Poured down a and a half of red eye
I dropped 35 dollars in the machine

And the boys in the back was 7 card
I set and won me a 110
I was raking in chips like Grant took
Till big Lee come a strolling in

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

Then I took off a running like a
the bullets whining and sirens wail
But it half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one boy in

So call up on the telephone
Send her a letter in the
Tell her I'm up in Dallas
And won't let me outta this jail

And if she you how I'm fairing
Tell her I'm just to lose my mind
Worried old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left