Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Louise

Cherokee is hiding in this tunnel
In the Broadway
We're crawling on our
got flashlights and batteries
We've got cold cuts from the

year about this time
We used to climb up in the
to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the
They Cherokee Louise

People to talk
Tongues are over fences
Waggin' over
All doors are locked
God she can't even come to our own
But I know where go

To the place you can stand
And press your hands like it was bubble
In dust piled high as me, under the street
My friend poor Louise

Ever we turned 13
It's like a minefield to the door
out you get the 3rd degree
And comin' in you get the 3rd War

after school
We put our on the rails
And when the went by
We were jumpin' like fools
Goin', "Look, no or tails"
Goin', "Look, my prize"

She runs to her foster dad
He opens up a
And he yanks her to her
Oh please be here,
My friend poor Cherokee

Cherokee Louise is hiding in tunnel
In the Bridge
We're crawling on our
I've got and Silver Screen
I where she is

The place you can stand
And press your hands like it was bubble
In dust piled high as me, down under the
My friend poor Cherokee Louise, oh Louise

Louise
Cherokee
Louise
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