Luyện nghe bài hát High C Cherrie

She's one of Sunday afternoon walkers
Who down the rich dick
So comes, speak this way, baby
Ain't no tongue, some kinda a

So shake that kick, ooh, that kick
your underarms
I got my eyes on [Incomprehensible]
If I could get your hands on my balls

High C Cherrie
Would you it on over here
I got a big jet Cadillac
Parked out back in the

I'd you twenty-five heathens
To serve you a six pack of Rollin' Beer
Say ain't enough, Cherrie
To it in you

My, my, the girl with
That's the way
(High C)
You must you're heaven sent
For big boys

Hey I'm on the corner taken
Hey baby, I can my own
(Cherrie)
Meet me on C Street,
Hey, little girl, you an ice cream cone

Hello, High C
Shake that over here
I got a big jet Cadillac
parked out back in the rear

I'd give you heathens
To serve you a six of Rollin' Thunder Beer
Say ain't that enough,
To it in you

Hey, baby, are you escort
Are you really on way home
(Cherrie)
Would you make it a poor schoolboy
Would you let this dog throw you his

I don't mean to be
But I know I'd you down on the ground
(Hell ya)
How can a man
to havin' you around

Hello, C Cherrie
that trash over here
I got a big jet Cadillac
It's out back in the rear

I'd give you heathens
To serve you a six pack of Rollin' Beer
Say that enough, Cherrie
To it in you

Hello, C Cherrie
Would you it on over here
I got a big jet Cadillac
Crashed out back in the

give you twenty-five heathens
To serve you a six pack of Thunder Beer
Say ain't that enough,
Hey, is that enough,

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,