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 ain't in

I don't like the way his pinky
Picks up the light
Or his short little piggy
Or the way his is cinched too tight

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

I don't care how miles I got
I I'd rather walk them alone
to sit in the back seat
As his eyes in the
Reduce me to and bone

Check under his floorboard,
'Cause that razor's not a threat to me
He'll be slicin' tiny crescents from heart
layin' a sweaty palm on your cheek

Don't accuse me of runnin'
Listen to what I'm
It's a fucked up ol' world but this ol'
Well, she givin' in