Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

Tramp, you call me? Tramp, you didn't
You don't wear continental clothes or hats

Well, I tell you one dog-gone
It makes me good to know one thing
I know I'm a lover, matter of

all right, mama was, papa too
And I'm the child, lovin' is all I know to do

You what, Otis? What?
You're country, that's all
You straight from the Georgia woods, good

You know You wear overalls
And big old Brogan
And you a haircut, Tramp

Woman, you foolin'
Ooh, I'm a
Mama was, ma was, papa too

Boogaloo, all that
And I'm the son-of-a-gun
This side of the sun,

You know what, I don't care what you say
You're still a tramp, what? right
You even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
You probably haven't got twenty-five cents

I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, Fords
Six Mercuries, three T-Birds,
Ooh, I'm a lover, what me
My was, my papa too

I tell you one thing, well me
I'm the son-of-a-gun, yeah
On, side of sun

a tramp, Otis, no, I'm not
I care what you say
You're still a tramp, what's with that?

Look here, you ain't got no
I got
You can't buy me all minks and sables
And all that stuff I

I can buy you minks, rats, frogs,
Rabbits, you want, woman
Look, you can go out in the woods
And them, baby, oh, you foolin'

You're a tramp, that's all right
You a tramp, Otis, you a tramp
all right
You overalls, you need a haircut, baby

Cut of some of that hair,
You you're a lover, huh?