Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got hustlers
The bowery got bums
42nd street got big Jim
a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
But he stronger than a country
And the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss, because
And say

You don't tug on cape
You spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old ranger
And you mess around with Jim

outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm for a man named Jim
I am a shootin' boy
My name McCoy
But down home they call me
Yeah I'm for the king of 42nd street
He drivin' a top cadillac
Last week he took all my
And it may sound
But I to get my money back
And everybody say Jack you know

And you don't tug on superman's
You don't spit the wind
You pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess with Jim

Well a hush over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the
And when the were done
The only that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred
And he were shot in a more
And you believe
They sung a different kind of
When big Jim hit the now they say

You tug on superman's cape
You don't spit the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone
And you mess around with slim

Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out it's at
And not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom pool cue

you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't into the wind
You don't the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess with slim