Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators made money on the blood you shed
Your momma's pulled the sheets up off bed
Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody
We your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker home

Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's and gone
This old been rousted, which side you on?
They would march up over the hill, this old fools
victory for the righteous for you must hear the grace
Ain't nobody talkin', but waiting on the phone
Gypsy biker home

Whoa!

solo]

We rode into the foothills, Bobby the gasoline
We stood around the as she lit up the ravine
The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back

[Harmonica

To the dead, well it matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question, I get it right
You into your darkness, now all that remains
Is my love for you brother, still unchanged
To him threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My biker's coming home

And now I'm out countin' lines
Countin' white lines and getting
My biker's coming home

Whoa!

solo]

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