Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

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

(guitar run)

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

(Guitar run)

Oh it like that.
The way Ruthie Mae it.

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

(Guitar run.)

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

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