Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Packin Mama

Lay that pistol down,
Lay pistol down
packing mama
Lay pistol 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
Pistol mama
Lay pistol down

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

Oh, lay that down, babe
Lay that pistol
packing mama
Lay thing down
it goes off
And somebody

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

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

We're three tough
From deep Texas way
We got no
They like the way we play
We're a rough rooting tooting trio
But you to see my sister Cleo
She's a terror make no
But there ain't no lassie
what we tell her

Lay pistol down, babe
Lay pistol down
Pistol packing
Lay pistol down

Pappy a batch of corn
The came
The was slow
So now they
You can't do to Mame

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

Oh, singing in a cabaret
Was I fun
Until one it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down,
Lay pistol down
Pistol mama
Lay that down

Oh, pistol mama
Lay pistol down