Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30.06

Plugged shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack
And I made me a ladder a pawnshop marimba
And I leaned up a dandelion tree
Leaned up a dandelion tree
up against a dandelion tree

I'm gonna cook them feathers on a tiny
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig
And I beat me a billy from an old French
And I that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the
Blew me a hole 'bout the size of a
And I cut me a switch from a branch elbow

I'm gonna whittle you kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells from a
you into kindlin'
Black sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well, I in the holler of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the from a red Corvette
Tore out the buckets a red Corvette
and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a
Oh, you know me and that mule right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled through the hole

I'm whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you kindlin'
Crow sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn
I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped him on the back of my old kick
on the strings just to drive him crazy
Oh, I strum it loud to rattle his
Strum it loud just to his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his
Strum it loud just to his cage

Oh, I'm gonna whittle you kindlin'
Black Crow, sixteen shells a thirty-ought-six
you into kindlin'
Black Crow shells from a thirty-ought-six