Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

I was to the judge, just before 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 couldn't hear a
It was making not a

were trying to muscle in
An way to bring the money in
You puking 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 slate and pulled the rug from underneath her feet

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

They were 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 cards and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars but don't know sign

It was time 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
hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no sound
They were to muscle in
On the gigs and the recording and the

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

Oh, you were puking up guts
When you read the standard contract you just