Luyện nghe bài hát Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again

Oh, the draws circles
Up and down the
I'd ask him what the was
But I know that he talk
And the treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape
But deep inside my
I I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this be the end
To be stuck of Mobile with the
Memphis blues

Well, Shakespeare, in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his
Speaking to French girl
Who says she me well
And I would a message
To out if she's talked
But the post office has been
And the is locked
Oh, Mama, can really be the end
To be inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues

Mona tried to me
To stay away the train line
She said all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood wine
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know
But then again, there's one I've met
An' he smoked my eyelids
An' my cigarette"
Oh, Mama, can this be the end
To be inside of Mobile
With the Memphis again

Grandpa died week
And now buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks how
Badly they were
But me, I it to happen
I knew he'd control
When I built a fire on Main Street
And shot it of holes
Oh, Mama, can this be the end
To be inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues

Now the senator came here
Showing his gun
out free tickets
To the of his son
An' me, I got busted
An' wouldn't it be my
To get without a ticket
And be beneath a truck
Oh, Mama, is really be the end
To be stuck inside of
With the Memphis blues

Now the tea preacher looked so
When I asked him why he
With pounds of headlines
Stapled to his
But he cursed me when I it to him
Then I and said, "Not even you can hide
You see, you're like me
I you're satisfied"
Oh, Mama, can really be the end
To be stuck inside of
the Memphis blues again

Now the gave me two cures
Then he said, "Jump in"
The one was Texas
The was just railroad gin
An' a fool I mixed them
An' it up my mind
An' now just get uglier
An' I have no sense of
Oh, Mama, can this be the end
To be stuck inside of
With the blues again

And when Ruthie come see her
In her lagoon
I can watch her waltz for free
'neath her Panamanian
An' I say, "Aw on now
You know you about my debutante"
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you
But I know you want"
Oh, Mama, can really be the end
To be inside of Mobile
With the blues again

Now the lay on Grand Street
Where the madmen climb
They all fall there so
It all seems so timed
An' here I sit so
to find out what price
You to pay to get out of
Going through all these things
Oh, Mama, can really be the end
To be inside of Mobile
the Memphis blues again