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 chance to talk, my turn.

got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's
42nd got Big Jim Walker
He's a son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can
But he than a country hoss
And when the bad all get together at night
You know they all big Jim "Boss" ... just because ...
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

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

And say ...

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

Well a hush fell over the pool
Jimmy boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were
The only part that wasn't
Was the soles of the big feet
Yea he were cut in a million
And he were shot in a couple
And you better
told a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor ... See ya Jim Boy. And say

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

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

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

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 mess around Slim