Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

I was talking to the judge, just 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 before they brought the down

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you couldn't a bird
It was making not a

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

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you hear no birds
'Cos they were not a sound

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

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

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

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

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

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