Luyện nghe bài hát Gypsy Biker

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

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

Whoa!

[Guitar

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

[Harmonica

To the dead, well it don't much 'bout who's 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 that you away, you ain't nothing but gone
My gypsy coming home

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

Whoa!

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