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 angry god, they're strike it
Yeah that's what we pay him for, why we pray

Well I the angry God he was a-fishing
When Molly called me up with the
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 east of got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act smart and you don't my children
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 Marge got her clips
And Sally 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 fresh and you don't my children
If the young man to see the sun go down

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

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

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

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

And now I don't go tooting on my
'Cause your pride go with your plaid
But it's a victory won and it couldn't be
By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky

wonders, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you know place and you don't touch my children
If the young man to see the sun go down
If the young man wants to see the sun go