Luyện nghe bài hát Floorboard Blues

Check his floorboard, mama
I don't trust his silly
He's got a beat up rambler, plates
I ain't in

I don't the way his pinky ring
Picks up the dashboard
Or his short piggy fingers
Or the way his is cinched too tight

Check his floorboard, mama
I don't like his suggestive
The way his words from his mouth
As he asks, "Can I you home?"

I don't how many miles I got
I think I'd rather them alone
Than to sit in the seat
As his eyes in the
Reduce me to flesh and

Check under his floorboard,
'Cause razor's not just a threat to me
He'll be slicin' tiny crescents from your
Without layin' a sweaty on your cheek

accuse me of runnin' scared
Listen to I'm sayin'
It's a fucked up ol' world but ol' girl
Well, she givin' in