Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Mama

I left my up in Canada
And headed down south to see the Gras
Met a Louisiana queen in faded jeans
She showed me how to do it down in New

She had a Jesus statue in her motor
A concerned I had never known
I be a saint when she came marchin in
With faded blue jeans said let the joy begin

She was a sweet
Not a stone
I guess she wanna be alone
for a man to call her own
But she couldn't get Jesus on the

We the jambalaya and the carnival
Clean forgot about my mama in Montral
she blew my mind like a hurricane
And soaked me just like the Louisiana rain

Sweet mama not a stone
I guess she didn't wanna be
Looking for a man to her own
But she couldn't get Jesus on the

We let the good roll as the band played on
Just one more song and I have to be
Oh such a

Now I'm back in cold
Just a man dreamin bout the Mardi Gras
But I know what it to miss New Orleans
And that god-fearing with her faded jeans

She was a sweet
Not a stone
I guess she didn't wanna be
for a man to call her own
But she couldn't get on the telephone

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Sweet sweet
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