Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

Lord, mercy, feel so good
I think I'm gonna

I was talking to the judge, before we left the countryside
of paper in his hand, tryin' to find the way
Tryin' to rip it out, well, now I've got it all
Tore the pages up before they brought the curtain

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
you couldn't hear a bird
It was making not a

They trying to muscle in
An easy way to bring the in
You puking up your guts
When you looked at the standard contract, you signed

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting when it was
to drain 'em all dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly
Wiped the clean and pulled the rug from underneath her feet

I the day, the Drumshanbo Hustle
When you couldn't no birds
they were making not a sound

They were tryin' to in
The and the publishing
You were puking up guts
When you read the candid contract you just signed,

New York hooker by the
Reads your Tarot and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars but don't your sign

It was taking time to get the through to it
But will a down shake you one?
And a letter five "T" to rhyme, no sign

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't no sound
They were trying to in
On the gigs and the and the publishing

You were puking up your
you read the standard contract you just signed
You puking up your guts
When you the standard contract that you signed

Oh, you were puking up your
When you read the contract you just signed