Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

I was to the judge, just before we left the countryside
of paper 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 remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you couldn't hear a
It was making not a

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember the day, the Hustle
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 puking up guts
When you read the standard contract you signed
You were up your guts
you read the standard contract that you signed

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