Luyện nghe bài hát Floorboard Blues

Check his floorboard, mama
I don't trust his silly
got a beat up rambler, Nebraska plates
I gettin' in

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

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

I don't care how many I got
I think I'd walk them alone
Than to sit in the back
As his eyes in the
Reduce me to flesh and

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

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