Luyện nghe bài hát Flinty Kind Of Woman

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

I guess the angry God he was a-fishing
When Molly called me up with the
Within the space of a week yeah, a or a sex freak
Let the kids take a peek, that's more a little cheek

No pun intended,
Going of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my
If the man wants 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 their
And then you got him couldn't get him again

So peg got a bolt of tackle
And Marge got her gardening
And Labiche put her hound on a leash
And the timer on the quiche, she's of nouveau riche

But we her, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a kind of woman
And you don't act and you don't touch my children
If the man wants to see the sun go down

It was the who spotted him a running
As we drove the harbor fog
And when we got our engines gunning
'Cause we knew he was headed for the bog

We got our hip-high rubber strapped on
And got the big flashlights out
And by the to new England sign
Got him with the fishing line in the dark of brine
Betty said one is mine

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

Well we have to drag him and a-jail him
'Cause you have to take it so far
When your go back to old Salem
And got a local chapter of the Dar

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

wonders, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of
And you know your place and you touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go
If the man wants to see the sun go down