Luyện nghe bài hát Flinty Kind Of Woman

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

Well I guess the angry God he was
When Molly 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 east of Mississippi got a flinty of woman
And you don't act smart and you touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go

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

So peg got a bolt of fishing
And got her gardening clips
And Sally Labiche put her hound on a
And the timer on the quiche, she's 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 and you don't touch my children
If the young man to see the sun go down

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

We got our hip-high boots strapped on
And molly got the big out
And by the to new England sign
Got him with the line in the dark smell 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 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 roots 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 doesn't go with your plaid
But it's a victory won and it be done
By the hippy-dippy fun-in-the-sun

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 my children
If the man wants to see the sun go down
If the young man wants to see the sun go