Luyện nghe bài hát Trudy

"Trudy"

Call up Trudy on the
a letter in the mail
Tell her I'm hung up in
And they won't let me outta this

And if she asks you how I'm
Tell her I'm about to lose my mind
about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left

Now Lee Walker was a card mechanic
Had a for trouble and a eye for cash
man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black

And he loved his whiskey and he his women
a big long Cadillac limosine
Kept a big fine fancy in Dallas
And a hotel in New Orleans

Carried a switchblade in his left hip pocket
And a .44 hog leg up under his
Cut you in a New York minute
If he you cheating that was all she wrote

So call up on the telephone
Send her a letter in the
Tell her I'm hung up in
And they won't let me outta jail

If she asks you how I'm
her I'm just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee
And the I left behind

I just got to town last Friday
Sure as didn't mean to stay
I was on my way to Louisiana
Had a thirst and six months pay

I met a peroxide in a bar on D-ville
I was flying and feeling mean
Poured down a bottle and a of red eye
I dropped 35 in the slot machine

And the boys in the was dealing 7 card
I set and won me a 110
I was raking in like Grant took Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee a strolling in

He off the table like a 707
Pretty soon he won all of my bread
I him of cheating he reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair and went upside of his

I took off a running like a motorcycle
Heard the whining and sirens wail
But it took half the in Dallas County
Just to put one boy in

So call up on the telephone
Send her a letter in the
her I'm hung up in Dallas
And they let me outta this jail

And if she asks you how I'm
Tell her I'm just about to my mind
about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left