Luyện nghe bài hát Fore She Was Mama

Bout ten years old, hide and
I me in the closet
Ready or not I on
And opened up box of

Yearbooks, letters, black and
A hundred, maybe
Next I know my brothers and me
Got em scattered on the floor,

It was one of her, flippin the
on a Harley
And a few some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was

Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin,
Had us confused
Ill never the day
Us nosy got introduced

To mama 'fore she was
In a string in Tijuana
Wont admit she marijuana
But I saw mama 'fore she was

We put box right where it was
And said a word
But growin up got hard just
Not to her

In anything but aprons,
Mini-vans and
Oh and would have whooped our butts
For up that dirt

On mama she was mama
In a bikini in Tijuana
She wont admit she marijuana
But I saw mama 'fore she was

We laugh and it over her head
above her halo
Her face turns red when we up
That Winnebago

She runs and and still denies
hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of
she found out we knew

About 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in
admit she smoked marijuana
But that was 'fore she was mama

And that one down in the Bahamas
Oh, but that was mama 'fore she was

Yeah, her red handed