Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The made their money on the blood you shed
Your momma's pulled the up off your bed
Profiteers on Jhames Street your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody talkin' because knows
We pulled your cycle up back the garage and up the chrome*
Our gypsy biker coming

Sister Mary with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
old town's been rousted, which side you on?
They would march up over the hill, old fools parade
Shouting victory for the righteous for you hear the grace
nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phone
Gypsy coming home

Whoa!

solo]

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

[Harmonica

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

And now I'm out countin' lines
Countin' lines and getting stoned
My gypsy biker's home

Whoa!

[Guitar

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