Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

What you me?

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

I know I'm a
Matter of opinion,
all right, Mama was
So
too
And I'm the only
Lovin' is all I to do

You know what,

You're
all right
You from the Georgia woods
good
You know what? You wear
And big old brogan
And you need a haircut,

Haircut? Woman, you
Ooh, I'm a
was, Grandmama, Papa too
They'll you one
Oh, alright

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

That's right, that's you are

You know I'm no tramp

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

That's
You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your
You probably haven't even got twenty-five

I got six Cadillacs, Lincolns
Fords, six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang
Ooh, I'm a
You're about me
My Mama was, my too

I tell you one
Well me

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

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

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

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 some of that off your head
You think you a lover,