Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

Lord, have mercy, feel so
I I'm gonna work

I was talking to the judge, just before we left the
Piece of in his hand, tryin' to find the way
Tryin' to rip it out, well, now got it all around
Tore the up before they brought the curtain down

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you couldn't a bird
It was not a sound

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

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

I remember the day, the Drumshanbo
When you hear no birds
'Cos they making not a sound

They were to muscle in
The and the publishing
You were puking up guts
you read the candid contract you just signed, alright

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

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

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

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

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