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

Hey!! Come on now, everyone sit down and up a minute.
Give me a to talk, it's my turn.

got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's
42nd got Big Jim Walker
a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and as a man can come
But he stronger a country hoss
And when the bad all get together at night
You they all call big Jim "Boss" ... just because ...
And say ...

You don't tug on cape
You don't spit into the
You don't pull the off the old Lone Ranger
And you mess around with Jim

From south Alabama a country boy
Hey say I'm lookin' for a man Jim
I am a boy
My Willie McCoy
But home folks call me Slim
Yea I'm lookin' for the man of Street
He drivin' some top Cadillac
And I know it sounds funny, but he all my money,
now I come to get my back.
And say Jack (JACK)

And say ...

You don't tug on Superman's
You don't spit into the
You don't the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess with Jim

Well a fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the
And the cuttin' were done
The only that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big feet
Yea he were cut in a places
And he were in a couple more
And you believe
They told a different kind of
When big Jim hit the ... See ya Jim Boy. And they say

You 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 around Slim

[Spoken] Now, if I were Big Jim, I woulda all the money,
grabbed the looking girl I seen,
jumped in my car, and got the hell town.
see me NOOO more.

You don't tug on Superman's
You don't spit into the
You pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with

You don't tug on Superman's
You don't spit into the
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone
And you don't around with Slim