Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Mama

I left my home up in
And down south to see the Mardi Gras
Met a Louisiana queen in some jeans
She me how to do it down in New Orleans

She had a Jesus in her motor home
A lady concerned I had known
I couldn't be a when she came marchin in
With those 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 on the telephone

We skipped the jambalaya and the
forgot about my mama back in Montral
Cause she blew my like a hurricane
And soaked me down just like the Louisiana

Sweet not a rolling stone
I guess she didn't be alone
Looking for a man to her own
But she couldn't get on the telephone

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

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

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

mama
Sweet sweet
mama
Sweet sweet
mama
A sweet
mama
Sweet sweet