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

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

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

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

She got the headlights through the mornin' mist.
She got the hangin' from her ruby lips.
She got the Ray Bans 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 lady no more,
I ain't seen her do this kind of thing before.
I've never been the one who had to the floor,
I to be the one that she was livin' for!

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

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