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
everybody
So there I was through the country in my hot rod car
Just visitin' my friends up and down the
I was driving
I was slow, meditatin' on Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow I'm telling you the now
(He's you the truth)
42 miles an my gasoline 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 damsel in (alright)
A damsel in disdress wearing heels
With big blue eyes made the darkness crawl
And a smile that could a man cry
Yes I know (yes he knows) 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 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, you seen any"
Sometimes a fast rubber-tired car is the thing to have
She said "well Marty party do you want some
You my specialty is spotting gas cans" (uh oh yeah, uh-oh)
She to me, she said to me "what do you call this ride"
I said "honey, here is my rocket ship" (all right)
And get in, get in, just get in, just get in

Let's go now