Luyện nghe bài hát Little Amsterdam

Little
In a southern
get it on the plate girl
Momma keep head down
Momma it my bullet

Don't take me back to the
Back to the
I'm just comin' out of the in my brain
(Ooo)

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

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

Momma got a shot,
She a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the bed
do anything to save her man

You see her
are all cold pressed
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 just out of the cell in my brain
Don't don't take me back to the
to the range
'Cause girl you got to know these

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

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

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

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

You got to know days

Little Amsterdam, shot today
They her with a butter bean bouquet
And the Sheriff now, ride away
Like he into the sunset, and I won't say
That he shouldn't have
But Momma, it my bullet