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

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

Uptown got hustlers
got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim
He's a son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can
But he stronger than a 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 Superman's
You spit into the wind
You pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't around with Jim

From south Alabama came a boy
Hey say I'm lookin' for a man Jim
I am a boy
My name Willie
But down home folks me Slim
Yea I'm for the man of 42nd Street
He some drop top Cadillac
And I know it funny, but he took all my money,
now I come to get my back.
And everybody say (JACK)

And say ...

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

a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy boppin' in off the street
And the cuttin' were done
The only that wasn't bloody
Was the of the big man's feet
Yea he cut in a million places
And he were shot in a more
And you better
They told a different of story
When big Jim hit the floor ... See ya Jim Boy. And say

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

Now, if I were Big Jim, I woulda Taken all the money,
grabbed the looking girl I seen,
jumped in my car, and got the hell town.
You'd see me more.

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

You don't tug on cape
You spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Ranger
And you don't around with Slim