Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

Now here mama let me tell you this
If you wants to get crooked I'm give you my fist
You might read from back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your can belongs to me
Ain't no you bringin no jive to me
your southern can is mine
Might go have me arrested and have me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come and my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the
Your southern can worth two dollar, half a
Ain't no of bringing no stuff to me
your southern can is mine
You might take it the south you might carry it up north
but you can't rule or either be my boss
it from the east, hide it in the west
When I get it mama, can won't see no rest.
Ain't no of bringing no stuff to me
cause your can is mine
(in the morning)
your can belongs to me
(i'm not dreamin)
your can belongs to me.
Ah to ashes mama, and sin to sin,
every time I hit you you'll think I've got a hands.
Give you a punch that barb-wire fence
Every time I hit you say I've got no sense
Ain't no need of bringing no to me
cause your can is mine
(every bit of it)
southern can to me
Get me a brick out of my
give you the devil if you get kinda
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here
your southern can is mine
(you me cryin)
southern can to me
it a little bit, boy.

(guitar run)

Ah, your can is mine.
Now if I catch ya down in the heart of town
take me a bran-new brick and your can on down.
Ain't no need you bringin no to me,
because your southern can to me
(I'm to ya)
your can belongs to me.
You may be deathbed and mama and graveyard bound
I'll make your can like a hound
Ain't no you bringin no stuff to me
because southern can is mine
(you me talkin)
southern can to me.

(Guitar run)

Oh spank it that.
The way Ruthie Mae it.

Cause your can is mine.
Sit there unsteady with your all red
what I get your grandma dead.
no need of bringing no jive to me
cause your can is mine
You got to stop your and raising the deuce
I'll grab you mama and turn way but loose
Ain't no need of no jive here honey
cause your can belongs to me
(every bit of it)
can belongs to me.

(Guitar run.)

Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the like that thing.

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here
your southern can is mine
(you me talkin)
southern can belongs to me.
Might twiddle like a
let it jump like a
Every time I hit it you'll
God oh God
Ain't no need of bringing no here honey
cause southern can is mine
(you me talkin)
southern can to me.
Now play it a bit, just whup it.
Aww shucks. Play that boy.
Southern can to me.