Luyện nghe bài hát Drumshanbo Hustle (another version)

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

I was talking to the judge, just before we 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 they brought the curtain down

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

were trying to muscle in
An easy way to the money in
You were puking up your
When you at the standard contract, you just signed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, you were puking up guts
When you read the standard you just signed