Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

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

I remember the day, the Hustle
When you couldn't hear a
It was making not a

They were to muscle in
An way to bring the money in
You were up your guts
When you at the standard contract, you just signed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, you were up your guts
When you the standard contract you just signed