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 chance to talk, 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 dumb as a man can
But he than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get at night
You know they all call big Jim "Boss" ... just ...
And say ...

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

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

And say ...

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

a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' done
The part 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 better
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 the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you mess around with Slim

[Spoken] Now, if I were Big Jim, I woulda all the money,
grabbed the looking 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 spit into the wind
You pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't around with Slim

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 mess around with Slim