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

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

got it's hustlers
Bowery got bums
42nd Street got Big Jim
He's a son of a gun
Yea, he big and as a man can come
But he stronger than a hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at
You know they all call big Jim "Boss" ... because ...
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 don't mess around Jim

south Alabama came a country boy
Hey say I'm for a man named Jim
I am a boy
My name McCoy
But down folks call me Slim
Yea I'm for the man of 42nd Street
He drivin' some top Cadillac
And I know it sounds funny, but he all my money,
now I to get my money back.
And say Jack (JACK)

And say ...

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

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

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

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

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

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