Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

Sister sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
This old town's been rousted, side you on?
They would up over the hill, this old fools parade
Shouting victory for the righteous for you must the grace
nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phone
Gypsy biker home

Whoa!

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We rode the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline
We stood around the as she lit up the ravine
The spring hot desert rushed down on us all the way back 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 into your darkness, now all that remains
Is my for you brother, life's still unchanged
To him threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy coming home

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

Whoa!

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