Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you hear a bird
It was making not a

They were to muscle in
An way to bring the money in
You were up your guts
When you looked at the standard contract, you just

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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