Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got himself a homemade
You know his is full of sand
And it just like a jaybird
The way it fits into his
He rolled a blade up in his towel
They slap hands against the wall
You never trip, you never
walking spanish down the hall
Slip him a of our Jesus
Or him a spoon to dig a hole
all he done ain't no one's business
But need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on
Even the king has bowed his
Every face looks up at Mason
He's walking spanish down the
Latella's screeching for a pig
Punk Sander's carved it out of
He never sang he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he never
Tomorrow there'll be laundry
But be somewhere else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye he's just leaving
He's walking spanish down the
All St. said was whispered
Into the ear of Blind Dawes
All the told the machine
Was he never broke the law
Go on and tip your hat up to the
Take off your watch, your and all
Jesus wanted just a little more time
When he was walking down the hall