Luyện nghe bài hát Spleen Merchant

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

Hey, hey
I got heaven
I got your hell
I got it all right

Wrap them in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines
If bad you can them back and stuff them in sausages
Isn't it something so becoming, a gentlemen of taste
The appetizer's quite the
But might you pass the please this way

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

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

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