Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators their money on the blood you shed
Your momma's pulled the up off your bed
Profiteers on Street sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't talkin' because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up the garage and polished up the chrome*
Our biker coming home

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

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

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To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout wrong or right
You me that question, I didn't get it right
You slipped into your darkness, now all that
Is my love for you brother, life's unchanged
To him that threw you away, you ain't but gone
My gypsy biker's coming

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

Whoa!

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