Luyện nghe bài hát Flinty Kind Of Woman

It's a small town life and I it
the bad don't get in your way
There's an god, they're gonna strike it
Yeah what we pay him for, that's why we pray

Well I the angry God he was a-fishing
Molly called me up with the news
Within the of a week yeah, a pervert or a sex freak
Let the kids take a peek, that's than a little cheek

No pun intended,
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my
If the young man to see the sun go down

Well there was no fooling with the trifles
So was no use in telling the men
They would just go running for rifles
And then you got him couldn't get him again

So peg got a of fishing tackle
And got her gardening clips
And Sally Labiche put her hound on a
And the timer on the quiche, kind of nouveau riche

But we like her,
Going east of Mississippi got a kind of woman
And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my
If the young man to see the sun go down

It was the who spotted him a running
As we drove through the fog
And that's when we got our engines
'Cause we he was headed for the cranberry bog

We got our rubber boots strapped on
And molly got the big out
And by the welcome to new sign
Got him with the fishing line in the dark smell of
said this one is mine

She is ruthless,
Going of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you say no and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go

Well we have to drag him and a-jail him
you don't have to take it so far
When roots go back to old Salem
And you've got a local of the Dar

And now I go tooting on my lobsters
'Cause pride doesn't go with your plaid
But a victory won and it couldn't be done
By the hippy-dippy fun-in-the-sun

Braless wonders,
Going east of Mississippi got a kind of woman
And you know your place and you don't my children
If the young man to see the sun go down
If the young man wants to see the sun go