Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

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

Whoa!

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

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

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

Whoa!

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