Luyện nghe bài hát MAMA, DON'T TREAT YOUR DAUGHTER MEAN

(Ry Cooder)

Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter
Hey, mama, you treat your daughter mean
'Cause you treat her so mean and she's sweet sixteen

It was late last Friday evening, when was still
I heard somebody calling my name my window sill
I got up and I looked strainin' my eyes to see
And my heart went wild when I just who was calling me

I
Hey, mama, don't you your daughter mean
Hey, mama, you treat your daughter mean
you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen

Now, her were blazing up at me
Her was black as night
And her naked shone like gold
Out in the pale
She took my and she pulled me down
Where the grass had up tall
The she moved her all around
like a cannon ball

Hey, mama, don't you treat daughter mean
Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter
you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen

Yonder your mama, girl, 'cross the field
Runnin' and a-shakin' an automobile
Daddy's got a in his hand
just don't understand
The first time I that sweet girl
She was home from Sunday school
And the next time I seen that sweet girl
Was she broke her mama's rule
But the last time I that sweet little girl
She was with a strange desire
and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground
Her skin burnin' up just like a fire
She called my a thousand ways
The came streaming down her face
But when I was 'bout to blow my stack
Her daddy came a-creepin' and up behind
And he me in the back