Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle

Lord, have mercy, so good
I think I'm gonna

I was talking to the judge, just before we the countryside
Piece of paper in his hand, to find the way
Tryin' to rip it out, well, now got it all around
Tore the pages up before they brought the curtain

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
you couldn't hear a bird
It was not a sound

They were trying to in
An easy way to the money in
You were up your guts
When you at the standard contract, you just signed

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting when it was
Tryin' to drain 'em all dry, got hung up by the
and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the clean and pulled the rug from underneath her feet

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you couldn't hear no
'Cos they were not a sound

They tryin' to muscle in
The and the publishing
You were puking up guts
When you read the candid contract you just signed,

New York hooker by the
Reads your Tarot and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your but don't know your sign

It was time to get the message through to it
But will a hand down shake you
And a letter five "T" to rhyme, no [Incomprehensible]

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no
They trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the recording and the

You were puking up your
When you read the standard contract you just
You were puking up guts
When you read the standard that you signed

Oh, you puking up your guts
When you read the contract you just signed