Luyện nghe bài hát Little Amsterdam

Little
In a town
get it on the plate girl
Momma keep head down
Momma it wasn't my

Don't take me to the range
to the range
I'm just out of the cell in my brain
(Ooo)

Don't, don't, me back to the range
Back to the
'Cause girl you got to these days
side you're on

Hmm
Na na na na ne ya na
Na na na na naa na

Momma got a shot,
She a brown man
she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
She'd do anything to her man

You see her
They are all cold
And her best is a Sun dress
But Momma, it my bullet
No, ooh

Don't take me back to the
to the range
I'm comin' out of the cell in my brain
don't take me back to the range
Back to the
'Cause you got to know these days

Na na na na na na ne ya na
Na na na na naa na na
Na na na na

All
Got a girl in the
Hey, got a room and a for two
Got a goat and a phone, I
"Boy, you are my Avenue"

and around and around I go
(Say you are willing to hang for me, my babe)
Round and around this for keeps
Round and around and I go
(Say you are willing to hang for me, my babe)
Round and this time for keeps

Father only you can save my
And playin' that must count
For

You got to know days

Little Amsterdam, down today
They buried her with a butter bean
And the Sheriff now, can't away
he said into the sunset, and I won't say
That he have paid
But Momma, it wasn't my