Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

The speculators their money on the blood you shed
Your pulled the sheets up off your bed
on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothes
Ain't nobody because everybody knows
We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the
Our biker coming home

Sister sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's rousted, which side you on?
They would march up over the hill, this old parade
Shouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the
Ain't nobody talkin', but waiting on the phone
biker coming home

Whoa!

[Guitar

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

[Harmonica

To the dead, it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
You asked me that question, I get it right
You slipped into darkness, now all that remains
Is my love for you brother, life's still
To him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but
My gypsy biker's home

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

Whoa!

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