Luyện nghe bài hát Spleen Merchant

When I die you can cut me up and take all that you
But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my spleen
Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein
Scotch whiskey men of stain have come to split skills

Hey, hey
I got heaven
I got your burning
I got it all here

them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines
If bad you can toss them back and them in sausages
Isn't it something so becoming, a of good taste
The quite the pleaser
But might you pass the pepper please way

Hey, hey
I got your
I got your burning
I got it all here

makes your corn row higher
But makes your yard stink
And all the know where the wind blows
water sinks

Hey, hey
I got your
I got your burning
I got it all right