Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

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

They were to muscle in
An way to bring the money in
You were puking up your
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 slate and the rug from underneath her feet

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

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

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

It was taking time to get the message to it
But a hand down shake you one?
And a five "T" to rhyme, no sign [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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