Luyện nghe bài hát She Was No Good

She be no good, I'm telling you
'round boys for a tale that is tragic and true
On the Mississippi riverboat,
No one onboard was smelling too
That precious one must have been stamping her

Dictating demands and fine
A few rods west of the Bridgeport
But the was drawn and the halo slipped
Tippling tinctures, reciting

Faces where slapped as kid gloves were suffered
Vile were uttered and challenges were offered
On the riverboat, E. W. Stephens
Daggers were drawn on pistols
Staggering till dawn filled up with and rum

And several drunken ran amok
Rampaging the crew around the deck
And I received a that was unkind
It turned my cheek to the color of gentian

I wouldn't say that journey had quite been the highlight
Of the all American tour teetering on the of war
Out of the genteel northern prosceniums filled up with Europeans
And down the river of rough damnations
By the stained cotton and the slave plantations