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

(Ry Cooder)

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

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

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

Now, her were blazing up at me
Her hair was black as
And her naked skin like gold
Out in the pale
She took my hand and she pulled me
the grass had grown up tall
The she her body all around
like a cannon ball

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

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