Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

Now looka here mama let me you this
If you wants to get I'm gonna give you my fist
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
your southern can is mine
Might go uptown have me arrested and me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come and throw my
as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can worth two dollar, a pound
no need of bringing no stuff to me
cause southern can is mine
You take it from the south you might carry it up north
but understand you can't rule or be my boss
Take it from the east, it in the west
I get it mama, your 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 southern can to me.
Ah ashes to mama, and sin to sin,
every time I hit you think I've got a dozen 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 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 no jive here honey
cause your 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 can belongs to me.
You may be deathbed and mama and graveyard bound
make your can moan like a hound
Ain't no need you bringin no to me
because your southern can is
(you me talkin)
can belongs to me.

(Guitar run)

Oh spank it that.
The way Mae likes it.

Cause southern can is mine.
Sit there unsteady your eyes all red
what I said get grandma dead.
no need of bringing no jive to me
cause your southern can is
You got to stop your barkin and the deuce
I'll grab you mama and turn way but loose
no need of bringing no jive here honey
cause your can belongs to me
(every bit of it)
can belongs to me.

(Guitar run.)

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

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