Luyện nghe bài hát The Mississippi Mudcat and Sister Sheryl Crow

Written by Marty

All right, all right, all
Well I am the Mississippi Mudcat and always will be
Hello
So there I was through the country in my hot rod car
Just visitin' my friends up and the backroads
I was slow
I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl
Sheryl I'm telling you the truth now
(He's you the truth)
42 an hour my gasoline was all gone
I was trying to look real and find my way back home
Darn, dark,
Driving slow, slow
Just seemed like an endless supply of hi line poles and
Then all of a there stood by the mail box at route 4 box 153
A damsel, yes a damsel in (alright)
A damsel in wearing high heels
With big blue eyes that made the 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 without a doubt the most beautiful magnolia I ever seen in my life"
She said "shut up party
What are you doing tonight riding around in hot rod
With that loud radio, showing off them chromium pipes and away wings"
I "baby, I'm just looking for gas cans, have you seen any"
Sometimes a fast rubber-tired car is the thing to have
She said "well Marty party do you some company
You know my specialty is gas cans" (uh oh yeah, uh-oh)
She said to me, she said to me "what do you call ride"
I said "honey, this here is my ship" (all right)
And get in, just get in, get in, just get in

go home now