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

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

Uptown got it's
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 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 don't into the wind
You pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you mess around with Jim

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

And say ...

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

Well a hush fell the pool room
Jimmy boppin' in off the street
And the cuttin' were done
The only part wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big feet
Yea he were cut in a million
And he were shot in a couple
And you believe
They a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the ... See ya Jim Boy. And they say

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

Now, if I were Big Jim, I woulda Taken 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 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 cape
You don't spit the wind
You pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around Slim