Luyện nghe bài hát Cups & Punches

I saw a black girl last night called Charmaine
She wasn't a out ex-so-and-so, no not from Times Square
But she went to Johnny Romero's till it was too hot to
And got nothing to show for it, no money, no love
But she could tell me the squarest thing on the

She's get me folked up, fairly beat
She's gonna get me folked up, beat
She's gonna get me up, fairly beat
She's get me folked up, fairly beat

me not to get baited with stage
Whispers like, "Can turn me on?"
Show me how to make and punches
It's so without a simple syrup

You have to gather a pound of young peach leaves
On a dry and day
And the cost is so since peach leaves are seldom sold

She's get me folked up, fairly beat
She's gonna get me folked up, beat
She's get me folked up, fairly beat
She's gonna get me folked up, beat

She a strong sangaree that shakes for twelve hours
Keeps warm for twelve months then for six months more
Then she's gonna sing me the thing on the jukebox

She's gonna get me folked up, beat
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly
She's gonna get me folked up, beat
She's gonna get me up, fairly beat

gonna get me folked up, fairly beat
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly
She's gonna get me folked up, beat
gonna get me folked up, fairly beat