Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

Tramp, what you call me? Tramp, you
You don't wear clothes or Stetson hats

Well, I tell you one thing
It makes me feel good to know one
I I'm a lover, matter of opinion

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

You know what, Otis?
country, that's all right
You straight from the Georgia woods, that's

You what? You wear overalls
And big old Brogan
And you need a haircut,

Haircut? Woman, you
Ooh, I'm a
Mama was, grand ma was, too

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

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

I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four
Six Mercuries, T-Birds, Mustang
Ooh, I'm a lover, 'bout me
My mama was, my too

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

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

Look here, you got no money
I got
You can't buy me all those minks and
And all stuff I want

I can buy you minks, rats, frogs,
Rabbits, anything you want,
Look, you can go out in the Georgia
And catch them, baby, oh, you

You're still a tramp, all right
You a tramp, Otis, you a tramp
all right
You wear overalls, you a haircut, baby

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