Luyện nghe bài hát Trudy

"Trudy"

Call up on the telephone
Send a in the mail
her I'm hung 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 about old Johnny Lee
And the I left behind

Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card
Had a hand for and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in County
He had a gold chain and a black mustache

And he loved his and he loved his women
Drove a big long limosine
Kept a big fancy townhouse in Dallas
And a hotel in New Orleans

a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket
And a .44 hog leg up his coat
Cut you in a New York 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 hung up in
And they won't let me outta this

If she you how I'm fairing
Tell her I'm just to lose my mind
Worried about old Lee Walker
And the I left behind

I got to town last Friday evening
Sure as didn't mean to stay
I was on my way to Louisiana
Had a powerful and six months pay

I met a blonde in a bar on D-ville
I was flying and feeling mean
down a bottle 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 in chips like Grant took Richmond
big Johnny Lee come a strolling in

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

I took off a running like a motorcycle
Heard the bullets whining and sirens
But it took the cops in Dallas County
to put one boy in jail

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

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