Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Shells From A 30-6

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

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

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

And I that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch

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

Well, I slept in the hotter of a dry bed
And I out the buckets from a red corvette
out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel, and the butcher made three

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

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

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

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

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