Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you couldn't hear a
It was not a sound

were trying to muscle in
An easy way to the money 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 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 Hustle
When you hear no birds
they were making not a sound

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

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

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

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no
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 up your guts
When you the standard contract that you signed

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