Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

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

(guitar run)

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

(Guitar run)

Oh spank it that.
The way Ruthie Mae it.

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

(Guitar run.)

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

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