Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

Sister Mary sits with colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted, side you on?
They would march up over the hill, this old parade
Shouting for the righteous for you must hear the grace
Ain't talkin', but just waiting on the phone
biker coming home

Whoa!

[Guitar

We rode into the foothills, Bobby the gasoline
We stood around the 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, well it don't much 'bout who's wrong or right
You me that question, I didn't get it right
You slipped your darkness, now all that remains
Is my for you brother, life's still unchanged
To him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but
My gypsy biker's coming

And now I'm out countin' lines
Countin' white lines and stoned
My gypsy coming home

Whoa!

[Guitar

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