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 to talk, it's my turn.

got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's
42nd Street got Big Jim
a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and as a man can come
But he than a country hoss
And the bad folks all get together at night
You they all call big Jim "Boss" ... just 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 mess around with Jim

From south 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 lookin' for the man of Street
He drivin' drop top Cadillac
And I know it sounds funny, but he all my money,
now I come to get my back.
And say Jack (JACK)

And say ...

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 around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool
come boppin' in off the street
And the cuttin' were done
The only that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big feet
Yea he were cut in a million
And he shot in a couple more
And you believe
They told a different of story
big Jim hit the floor ... See ya Jim Boy. And they 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 mess around with

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