Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

Lay pistol down, babe
Lay pistol down
packing mama
Lay that down

Oh, drinking in a cabaret
Was I fun
Until one night she me right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay that pistol
packing mama
Lay that pistol

Oh, sing you every night Bing
And woo you every day
be your regular mama
And I'll put gun away

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay that down
Pistol mama
Lay that thing
it goes off
And hurts

Oh, she out my windshield
And she hit me the head
She cussed and cried and I lied
And she wished that I was

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay pistol down
Pistol packing
Lay that down

We're tough gals
From down Texas way
We got no
They don't like the way we
We're a rough rooting tooting trio
But you ought to see my sister
She's a terror no error
But ain't no lassie fairer
what we tell her

Lay pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol
packing mama
Lay that pistol

Pappy made a batch of
The revenuers
The was slow
So now know
You can't do to Mame

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay that pistol
Pistol packing
Lay that down

Oh, singing songs in a
Was I fun
Until one night it seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay pistol down, babe
Lay that down
Pistol packing
Lay that down

Oh, pistol packing
Lay pistol down