Luyện nghe bài hát She Was No Good

She could be no good, I'm you
Gather 'round for a tale that is tragic and true
On the riverboat, Magnolia
No one was smelling too sweet
That precious one must been stamping her feet

demands [Incomprehensible] and fine
A few rods of the Bridgeport line
But the veil was and the halo slipped
Tippling tinctures, scripture

Faces slapped just as kid gloves were suffered
threats were uttered and challenges were offered
On the Cumberland riverboat, E. W.
Daggers were drawn on pulled
Staggering till dawn up with whiskey and rum

And several musicians ran amok
Rampaging with the crew around the
And I received a blow that was
It turned my cheek to the color of violet

I wouldn't say that this journey had been the highlight
Of the all tour teetering on the edge of war
Out of the northern prosceniums filled up with imitation Europeans
And along the river of rough damnations
By the blood cotton and the slave plantations