Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

Plugged 16 shells from a
And the black flew through a hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old mule

And I made me a ladder from a pawn marimba
And I leaned it up a dandelion tree
I leaned it up against a dandelion
Leaned it up a dandelion tree

Well, I cooked them on the iron spit
And I me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a from an old French horn

And I that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked mule to the top of the tree
me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long elbow

I'm gonna you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells a 30-6
Whittle you kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells from a

Well, I in the hotter of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets a red corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made

You got to meet me by the knuckles of the bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a
You know me and that mule scrambled through the hole
Me and mule scrambled right through the hole

I'm gonna whittle you into
Black crow, 16 shells from a
Whittle you into
Black crow, 16 shells from a

Now I hold him in a Washburn Jail
And I strapped it on the of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick
Bang on the strings to drive him crazy

And I strum it loud just to his cage
it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to his cage
it loud just to rattle his cage

I'm gonna you into kindlin'
Black crow, 16 shells from a
Whittle you into
Black crow, 16 from a 30-6
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