Luyện nghe bài hát Fore She Was Mama

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

Yearbooks, letters, and whites
A hundred, more
Next I know my brothers and me
Got em on the floor, yeah

It was one of her, the bird
on a Harley
And a few with some hippie dude
out his name was Charlie

Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin,
Had us confused
Ill forget the day
Us nosy got introduced

To mama she was mama
In a bikini in Tijuana
admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw mama she was mama

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

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

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

We and hang it over her head
Right above her
Her face red when we bring up
tie-dyed Winnebago

She runs and hides and still
hip high rose tattoo
She that box of forget-me-nots
she found out we knew

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

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

Yeah, her red handed