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 paper in his hand, tryin' to the way
Tryin' to rip it out, well, now I've got it all
Tore the pages up before brought the curtain down

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
you couldn't hear a bird
It was not a sound

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

on the run, 'cepting when it was soliciting
Tryin' to drain 'em all dry, got up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly
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 making not a

were tryin' to muscle in
The and the publishing
You puking up your 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 know your sign

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

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

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

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