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, gonna strike 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
Within the space of a week yeah, a or a sex freak
Let the kids take a peek, more than a little cheek

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

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

So peg got a bolt of fishing
And Marge got her gardening
And Sally Labiche put her on a leash
And the timer on the quiche, kind of nouveau riche

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

It was the kids who him a running
As we drove the harbor fog
And that's when we got our engines
'Cause we he was headed for the cranberry 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 smell of
Betty this one is mine

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

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

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

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