Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

Now looka here let me tell you this
If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna you my fist
You read from Revelations back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your southern can to me
Ain't no you bringin no jive to me
your southern can is mine
Might go uptown have me arrested and me put in jail
Some got money come and throw my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the
Your southern can two dollar, half a pound
Ain't no of bringing no stuff to me
cause your southern can is
You might take it the south you might carry it up north
but understand you can't 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 southern can is
(in the morning)
your southern can 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 think I've got a hands.
Give you a punch through barb-wire fence
Every time I hit you you'll say got no sense
no need of bringing no stuff 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 hard
Ain't no of bringing no jive here honey
cause your southern can is
(you me cryin)
southern can to me
Spank it a bit, boy.

(guitar run)

Ah, your can is mine.
Now if I ya mama down in the heart of town
take me a brick and tear your can on down.
Ain't no need you bringin no to me,
because your can belongs to me
(I'm to ya)
your can belongs to me.
You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard
make your can moan 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 southern can is mine.
Sit there unsteady with eyes all red
I said get your grandma dead.
Ain't no of bringing no jive to me
your southern can is mine
You got to stop barkin and raising the deuce
I'll grab you mama and every way but loose
Ain't no need of bringing no jive 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 of bringing no jive here honey
your southern can is mine
(you me talkin)
your 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 southern can is mine
(you me talkin)
can belongs to me.
Now play it a little bit, just it.
Aww shucks. that thing boy.
can belo-ongs to me.