Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

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

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

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

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

You know what? You wear
And big old shoes
And you a haircut, Tramp

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

Boogaloo, all stuff
And I'm the only
This side of the sun,

You know what, I don't care what you say
You're still a tramp, what? That's
You haven't even got a fat bankroll in pocket
You haven't even 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 only son-of-a-gun,
On, side of sun

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

Look here, you got no money
I got
You can't buy me all those and sables
And all that 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 just a
That's all
You wear overalls, you a haircut, baby

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