Luyện nghe bài hát Flinty Kind Of Woman

It's a small town and I like it
'Cause the bad get in your way
There's an angry god, they're gonna it
Yeah that's what we pay him for, why we pray

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

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

Well there was no time fooling 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 on a leash
And the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau

But we like her,
east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my
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 that's when we got our gunning
'Cause we knew he was headed for the bog

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

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

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

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

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