Luyện nghe bài hát Dress It Up, Better Have It All

"Oh, mos' feet and it hang, you see?" I groan.
She says, 'Oh, wha' 'ts arright." I said, "Jesus, take it at all."
She's a past-cold beauty, but she light a cannonball.

Now, down by the river she's on her knees,
and I to my baby, yelling, "Please, please, please!"
Oh, I hit her and doubt my chase at all.
Now, no hoax. Let's go! But it's that pure soul, and off the ball.

Now, honey, I'm a hot to road.
Now I'm happy to leaving, but a heavy load.
I said, "Ah, my babe. She meet me no half at all."
Dress it up. Best to up, bub: better have it all.

[Oh, let's it up.]

Well, hot dog, me. Settle on a trail
Down apart my knees I can't find my kerry. a nail!
She old top these... oh, better hold up.
Please, let's go, 'n' I it don't interrupt.

[Oh, do it again, now. One time for and his dog.
Hot skimmin', jumpaway. yay, yay, yay, yay.]

I it come' easy; I hope it comes hard;
I I sit me down yon' sit a little a chicken yard.
Open up, ol' Henry. Get boy on home.
Bess momma, he's up 'n' gone too long.

[Once again, now. Oh, so sweet.]