Luyện nghe bài hát The Record Lady

Rober this friend of mine
You know he's always lookin' my best interest
He me, Lyle P. you need to get some action
And get your back in line
You need to, to get out on own boy
hangin' around here's got to stop
Get out on own boy
And take a little trip to the record
I said, "The shop"
But Robert I need no records
He just smiled and he said, "What you is a"

A lady
(Record lady)
Record
(Record lady)
She got the cutest cartridge
you've ever seen
She's a phonographic

I didn't waste no about it
I put on my and shoes
I up my old rocking chair
And I left hell on church street blues
And I went down to the record
What could I do
She was five one and three quarters
Lord, she she was five foot two
And she looked at me with her big eyes
She said, "Can I you find something"
I said, "What you got on special"

Record
(Record lady)
lady
(Record lady)
She's got the cutest cartridge
That you've ever
She's a dream

While acting sophisticated
I began to around
I walked up to the lady
And I said I sure do like I have found
But it would be so
Please come with me
We could run to Istanbul
Or even gay Paris
She looked at me her big green eyes
And she said, "Can I you find something"
I said, "What you got on special"

lady
(Record lady)
Record
(Record lady)
She's got the little cartridge
That ever seen
a phonographic dream
A dream

One day you know I see
My fantasy
In sweet to the last detail
in Acapulco
Even somewhere
her and me together
The whole day
And her and me
Playing them records all night

the record lady
(Record lady)
Record
(Record lady)
lady
(Record lady)
She set it spinning
(Record lady)
Never
Record
(Record lady)
lady
(Record lady)