Luyện nghe bài hát Floorboard Blues

Check his floorboard, mama
I trust his silly grin
He's got a beat up rambler, Nebraska
I ain't in

I like the way his pinky ring
Picks up the light
Or his short little fingers
Or the way his belt is cinched too

under his floorboard, mama
I don't like his suggestive
The way his words drip from his
As he asks, "Can I you home?"

I don't care how many I got
I think I'd walk them alone
to sit in the back seat
As his in the mirror
Reduce me to and bone

under his floorboard, mama
'Cause that not just a threat to me
be slicin' tiny crescents from your heart
Without layin' a sweaty palm on your

accuse me of runnin' scared
Listen to what I'm
It's a fucked up ol' world but this ol'
Well, she ain't in