Luyện nghe bài hát Flinty Kind Of Woman

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

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

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

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

So peg got a of fishing tackle
And Marge got her clips
And Sally put her hound on a leash
And the on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau riche

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

It was the kids who him a running
As we through the harbor fog
And when we got our engines gunning
'Cause we knew he was for the cranberry bog

We got our rubber boots strapped on
And got the big flashlights out
And by the welcome to new England
Got him with the fishing line in the dark smell of
said this 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 young man wants to see the sun go

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

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

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