Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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