Luyện nghe bài hát My Little Lady (Ain't My Little Lady No More)

She got a shop pistol underneath her seat.
She got snakeskin upon her feet.
She got the radio up, she got her let down.
She got the Pontiac out of town.
She got a rag-top '74.
My little lady ain't my little no more.

She got the honky-tonk fever, got the tight jeans.
She got the neck beer, got the Jim Beam.
She got the jukebox pumpin' all the night.
She got the pool balls clickin' in the light.
She got the shakin' on the sawdust floor.
My lady ain't my little lady no more.

My little lady ain't my little no more,
I ever seen her do this kind of thing before.
I've never been the one who had to the floor,
I used to be the one she was livin' for!

She got the headlights through the mornin' mist.
She got the Marlboro hangin' from her lips.
She got the Ray coverin' up her eyes.
She got the drifter by the road side.
They're gonna through sweet freedom's door.
My little lady ain't my lady no more.

My little lady ain't my little no more,
I ever seen her do this kind of thing before.
I've never the one who had to walk the floor,
I to be the one that she was livin' for!

She go the Pontiac through the southern rain.
She got the Cuervo Gold all the pain.
She got 45 miles to the line.
She got the cop car right behind.
She got the pressed right down to the floor.
My little lady ain't my little no more.

gonna ride through sweet freedom's door.
My little lady ain't my lady no more.