Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

What you me?

Oh you
You don't wear clothes or Stetson hats
Well I tell you one doggone
It me feel good to know one thing

I I'm a lover
of opinion, baby
That's all right, was
So
too
And I'm the child
is all I know to do

You know what,

You're
That's all
You straight from the Georgia
That's
You know You wear overalls
And big old shoes
And you a haircut, tramp

Woman, you foolin'
Ooh, I'm a
was, Grandmama, Papa too
They'll you one
Oh, that's

And I'm the only son of a gun, yeah, side of the sun

That's right, what you are

You what? I'm no tramp

You know what,
I don't care what you say, still a tramp

That's
You haven't even got a fat in your pocket
You probably haven't even got cents

I got six Cadillacs, five
Fords, six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang
Ooh, I'm a
You're true me
My was, my Papa too

I tell you one
Well me

I'm the only son of a gun, yeah this of the sun

You're a tramp,
No I'm not
I care what you say, you're still a tramp
Don't call me

here you ain't got no money
I got
You can't buy me all those and sables and all that stuff I want
I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels,
you want, woman

Look, you can go out in the Georgia catch them, baby
Oh, you
still a tramp
That's
You a tramp, Otis, you just a
That's

You overalls, you need a haircut, baby

Cut off of that hair off your head
You think you a lover,