Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
you couldn't hear a bird
It was making not a

They were trying to in
An easy way to bring the in
You were puking up guts
When you looked at the standard contract, you just

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting it was soliciting
Tryin' to 'em all dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, undefinable
Wiped the clean slate and pulled the rug from underneath her

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

They tryin' to muscle in
The recording and the
You were up your guts
you read the candid contract you just signed, alright

New hooker by the neck
Reads your Tarot cards and
Hey, I want to get your stars but know your sign

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
Couldn't a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no sound
were trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the and the publishing

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

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