Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

I remember the day, the Hustle
When you hear a bird
It was making not a

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

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

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

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

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

It was taking time to get the through to it
But will a hand down shake you
And a letter "T" to rhyme, no sign [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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