Luyện nghe bài hát Floorboard Blues

Check under his floorboard,
I don't trust his grin
He's got a beat up rambler, plates
I gettin' in

I don't the way his pinky ring
Picks up the light
Or his short little fingers
Or the way his belt is too tight

Check his floorboard, mama
I don't his suggestive 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 walk them alone
Than to sit in the seat
As his in the mirror
Reduce me to flesh and

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

accuse me of runnin' scared
Listen to I'm sayin'
It's a fucked up ol' world but this ol'
Well, she ain't in