Luyện nghe bài hát The Mississippi Mudcat and Sister Sheryl Crow

Written by Stuart

All right, all right, all
Well I am the main Mississippi and always will be
everybody
So I was cruisin' through the country in my hot rod car
Just my friends up and down the backroads
I was driving
I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl
Crow I'm telling you the truth now
(He's you the truth)
42 miles an hour my was all gone
I was trying to look cool and find my way back home
Darn, dark,
Driving slow, driving
seemed like an endless supply of hi line poles and mailboxes
Then all of a there stood by the mail box at route 4 box 153
A damsel, yes a in disdress (alright)
A damsel in disdress high heels
With big eyes that made the darkness crawl
And a smile that make a man cry
Yes I (yes he knows) ring that phone boys...Go

I stopped and "'hello
And you are a doubt the most beautiful magnolia I have ever seen in my life"
She said "shut up party
are you doing tonight riding around in that hot rod
With that loud radio, off them chromium pipes and fold away wings"
I said "baby, I'm just looking for gas cans, have you any"
Sometimes a fast rubber-tired shiny car is the thing to
She said "well Marty party do you some company
You know my specialty is gas cans" (uh oh yeah, uh-oh)
She to me, she said to me "what do you call this ride"
I "honey, this here is my rocket ship" (all right)
And get in, get in, just get in, just get in

go home now