Luyện nghe bài hát Floorboard Blues

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

I like the way his pinky ring
up the dashboard light
Or his little piggy fingers
Or the way his belt is too tight

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

I don't care how miles I got
I think I'd rather walk them
Than to sit in the back
As his eyes in the
me to flesh and bone

Check his floorboard, mama
'Cause that not just a threat to me
He'll be slicin' crescents from your heart
Without layin' a sweaty on your cheek

Don't accuse me of scared
to what I'm sayin'
It's a fucked up ol' world but ol' girl
Well, she ain't in