Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Can Is Mine

Now looka here mama let me tell you
If you to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist
You might read from back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your can belongs to me
no need you bringin no jive to me
Cause your can is mine
Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in
Some hotshot got money and throw my bail
as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can worth two dollar, a pound
no need of bringing no stuff to me
cause your can is mine
You might take it from the south you carry it up north
but you can't rule or either be my boss
Take it the east, hide it in the west
I get it mama, your can won't see no rest.
Ain't no of bringing no stuff to me
your southern can is mine
(in the morning)
your southern can to me
(i'm not dreamin)
your 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 barb-wire fence
time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense
Ain't no of bringing no stuff to me
cause southern can is mine
(every bit of it)
can belongs to me
Get me a brick out of my
give you the if you get kinda hard
Ain't no need of bringing no here honey
cause your can is mine
(you me cryin)
can belongs to me
Spank it a bit, boy.

(guitar run)

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

(Guitar run)

Oh it like that.
The way Ruthie Mae it.

Cause your can is mine.
Sit there unsteady your eyes all red
what I said get your dead.
Ain't no need of bringing no to me
cause your can is mine
You got to stop barkin and raising the deuce
grab you mama and turn 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 people like thing.

Ain't no need of bringing no here honey
cause your can is mine
(you me talkin)
your southern can to me.
Might twiddle like a
let it jump a frog
time I hit it you'll holler
God oh God
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here
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.
Southern can to me.